Too often I rush through something, trying to get it "over with". I think in doing that, I miss a lot of special little moments. Last night, for example, was a typical Tuesday night. My brother and sister-in-law went out, so Mom babysat their kids until bedtime. Then I took them to their house and put them down for bed. However, this time, instead of just rushing through it without a thought, I realized how fun it is. Kristyn, the youngest, is always so happy to see her bed and her blankie that she goes down with a little laugh of relief. Katy, the eldest, always tries to come up with some way she can stay up just a little bit later. Connor, second-born, is pretty hard to herd into bed, but then he always has a hug ready for me. Clayton, third-born, is the slow poke. He takes twice as long as the others to finish getting ready for bed, but then he gives me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. How many times have I missed the significance of that? Each of them, in their own way, is showing me their love. Katy by wanting to spend more time with me, Connor and Clayton by their hugs and kisses, and Kristyn by her smiles.
Is there something you tend to rush through without taking time to enjoy? Maybe you should stop and enjoy the time you have with someone. Take time to "smell the roses". It's worth it!
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