The thing I am begging to speed up and the thing I am racing against.

On the days that never seem to end, when the attitudes are sharp, the sleep little...time, hurry up.

On the days when I notice my oldest daughter's once fuzzy head of hair now halfway down her back...time, slow down.


The thing that I can't find enough of and the thing I gratefully watch slip away.

When the to do list is long and the intentions are great...time, where are you?

As I stare into my husband's eyes, talking about our "how did we get here's?" and these sweet, blessed lives of ours...time, thank you.

Oh, time.

A blessing and a curse. My friend and my enemy. "Teach me to number my days. That I may gain a heart of wisdom."