the clock

Little ones grow up. The seasons race by.
I’m learning lately the importance of living in the moment, not living in the next item on my to-do list.
So I set my timer for the unimportant things. I race through them to get on to that which matters for all time.
And when we’re reading books and snuggling and playing?
I try not to even look at the clock.



 
		
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