There are truly never enough hours in a single day.
Never enough hours to stare into my children's eyes the way they deserve to be stared into.
~or to read them the stories I want them to know
~or to sing them all the songs that bring them such delight
Never enough hours to do the laundry and the dishes and the cooking.
~or to make a scrapbook
~or decorate the house
Never enough hours to finish all the things on my "to do list" or to do all the amazing things not on that list.
Never enough hours to spend with the man I've promised eternity to.
All I have are moments. Fleeting moments like this one. The house is quiet. I have one baby in my arms while the other sits in her carseat as I rock it with my foot.
I know it sounds like a complaint---a greedy, selfish, naive complaint I want more time! I want less to do! But what I'm really saying is this---I have enough.
I love my life. I love that my hands are full and my day is full and that my heart is full. I love that some days I spend too much time staring at Annelise and Olivia, or singing 'head shoulders knees and toes' with Gideon instead of folding the laundry. I love the time I get to spend with my mother and ask her advice and understand her perspective when I probably could (or should) be doing something else. I love that those hours disappear and leave me with sweet moments and memories from a day too quickly gone.
In yearning for more time what I'm actually saying is, I love what I have!
The fact that there are never enough hours to do all the things I want to do means that I have an abundance of things that I am capable of doing, and isn't that amazing?
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Life is good!