Moments pass on.
Most of the time in a breath.
A serene stillness that sweeps by ushering time forward.
The solution is here.
It’s lifting your gaze to what’s beside you.
At your feet and in your heart.
It’s drinking in the rhythms of everyday.
The bows and twirls and tippy toes.
One moment gone and in another breath, a new moment before.
Treasures all of them–these moments.
Motherhood and life and tender care for the souls entrusted as yours.
So grasp this moment….and the next….and the next….and the next.
For they–these moments, these memories, these days, these lives–they are yours.