This Spring Break was about time. I wanted to ban “Hurry up!” from my vocabulary for just a week, not only to not say it, but be present enough to not want to. We took time to look at art, and pick our favorites. Browse through the whole gallery, look at them all, look at them closely, find every one of the look and find. Max may have told us to “Hurry up” on this one. Time to meet Dad for lunch. And painstakingly put together the toy in the kids’ meal Time for a trip to Zions and football for an hour on the grass before we started hiking, because there was no agenda, no rush. Time to watch my kids play on the same team, Josh planning strategy. Time to stop and explore. Time for a staring contest with a buck. Time for homemade place cards at dinner, with the message written forward and backward, an unintentional occurrence.Time for a late afternoon movie, and an empty theater.Time for siblings.Time for a night run with my oldest two, and time to run alone and admire the sky when I’d had too much time together. Time to breathe. It was the perfect length of time to slow down and appreciate the usual busyness that fills our days. There is purpose to the busyness and purpose to the slowing down, both compliment and strengthen each other, a cycle of growth and rejuvenation.
There wasn’t time to pull out the real camera.
Time is fluid and abstract, I can’t grasp it, can’t hold it. I can only try and memorize a moment or two.
Josh’s first year of life seemed to last, Max’s flashed by. Time speeds up the older I get. Soon, I’ll be the old lady in the grocery store patting the young mother and saying, “It will go by so fast!” While she smiles and thinks, “I sure hope so.”