And that's ok.
It took me awhile to get there.
And some days, I'm not there.
But most of the time, I am.
I find I spend a lot of time hurrying through life. Always looking to the next thing: The weekend. The holiday. Our next vacation out of state. Next summer. Having another child. Having numerous children.
This outlook of rushing through to the next thing makes me miss the things that are right here in front of me. And if I really look at what's right here in front of me, it's pretty darn good.
So, what's the hurry?