when i was young, i couldn’t wait to grow up. in my teenage years i couldn’t wait to get a job. when i was in high school i couldn’t wait to graduate and attend college. i have always been one to look ahead and somehow want to speed up time. call it discontentment, i don’t know. but now, i wish that i could stop time for just a bit. i look at my sleeping baby next to me and think about how one day he won’t be so small….jay and i won’t always be young…time will keep moving.

it’s the times when the three of us are all on the floor laughing and jay looks over at me and smiles and all is well. it’s the times when the family is at my brother’s baseball games watching, talking, and spending time together. it’s these time i cherish and want to remember. it’s these moments in which i’d like to pause and savor every moment of them.

when i was young, i wished time moved faster. but now, i’ve learned to appreciate this season and these times that slip by just a little too quickly. i’ve learned to see the beauty in the small moments of my day and not wish them away…