Beauty in Life's Moments

I'm always rushing. I'm rushing to this event or my next meeting, or to pick up this, or to do that. At the end of the day, I've gotten a lot marked off my list, but I haven't enjoyed very many moments. Almost none, actually.

One of my favorite charities,  To Write Love on Her Arms, an organization that helps people struggling with addiction, sent me an email today with the t-shirt below. The proceeds from this shirt, purchased in the next seven days, go toward TWLOHA. While the flowers on this baseball tee are nice, it was the message that hit home for me. 

Beauty is found in life's moments.

Courtesy of Sevenly

It's so simple, yet so true. Beauty is in all of life's moments. The great ones, the terrible ones, the rushed ones, and the simple ones. It's waiting for us to soak it in. We just need a nudge, a reminder now and again, to stop rushing and start enjoying.

A message this strong is hard to resist. I bought the shirt. I'm such a sentimental sucker.

Snow Day

It's been awhile since I've written, but it's not because I don't love you. It's just that my life has been, well, so hectic lately. I thought maybe the new year would bring a slower pace, but I haven't been active in weeding out anything in my life. In fact, I've added a few more things, including turning another year older.

With the impending storm of the century, I left work early this afternoon to pick up kids and get home safely before the roads got rough. The boys and I snuggled on the couch, munched Boy Scout popcorn and watched Karate Kid. We had a tickle war, did some kung fu fighting, and then had a dance off during the credits of the movie. It was one stellar afternoon.

School had already been cancelled for tomorrow. If we get enough snow, work might be cancelled for me, too. The giddy feeling in my heart has suddenly returned like I'm a kid again and about to dust off the snow boots and sled. There is no plan for the day, no place to be at a certain time, just the idea of a grand adventure. The kids get all of me, whole and happy, and I get to take back a few hours of my life. There is so much good in that.

So if I see you on the snow sledding hill tomorrow, you'll know it's me by the hysterical laughter and contagious joy of an unexpected slow down day. Last one down the hill is a rotten egg. COWABUNGA, dude!