These Moments

I have given up on the idea of taking life slowly, or even taking time to smell the roses. Both of those ideals require having time to take.  Not that there is never a spare moment in my day, but the rush in my life is not one created by me. Rather, it is super imposed on my by a giddy, needy, messy, joyful batch of children and a spinning, topsy turvy existence. 


 Instead, I try to learn to recognize a slow and delicious moment when I find one.
Like baby toes sleeping soundly in a perfectly quiet house.  Or hanging laundry on a breezy day while a wee new babe sleeps soundly on me.  And those evening walks to pick piles of wildflowers. 


Those are the moments when I take a deep breath and feel an overwhelming wave of thankfulness for the frantic muddy, deliciously crazy life we have.