I got to thinking this weekend about how wonderful it might be if we were able to time travel. Not travel in the sense that, oh hey, it might be swell to visit the Roaring 20’s. But time travel in the sense that, hey, it would be really nice to skip ahead to say…July 2014. Ya know, when Dane is already back home and Afghanistan is back to being a million miles away.
Time is moving really quickly. Too quickly.
This weekend I stopped to savor every moment. Every. Last. One. What it’s like to hold hands. To smell his cologne. To share a meal together. To just “be”.
Take some time today to stop and enjoy the small things.