good morning.

The morning is sitting quietly.

My to-do list is longer than two pages.

Pause.  Pause.  Pause.

I wish I had a button to slow down the fast track of these years.

It’s not a new thought.

And I haven’t come any closer to figuring out how to slow down time now than I have in the past.

One of my boys turns nine this week.

My heart will not allow that number to be true.

This week promises to be full too.

And I want to wrap my arms wide around the sleeping heads and the little questions and the big thoughts that wake and sleep inside these walls.