Remember When Fifteen Minutes Seemed Like A Lifetime?

"I still find each day too
short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all the friends I want to see." ~John Burroughs

Remember when you were a child and fifteen minutes seemed like a lifetime? It was as if you could pack the span of a day into those nine hundred seconds.

Children, they have the secret, the secret of time well spent. They live in the now, and the moments in between, savoring each and every passing minute like the last lick of an ice cream cone.

I want to live like that. I want to stop counting down the minutes until bedtime, I want to stay in each an every moment like my children do so well. Sometimes I wonder if the years are so short because I'm rushing it --Rushing to a time when the house is still, and sleep is prevalent.

At the end of the day, as I gaze at my children, sticky with sweat, I can't help but sigh as smiles drift across their tired's then I ask myself, why am I rushing? I need to slowdown because these seconds are precious, every last one.