This past weekend was filled to the brim with family parties.
We celebrated my niece's first birthday, my grandfather's 90th birthday, my step mother's annual "Sister's Day" weekend and miraculously, my husband and I escaped for a date night.
Daylight Savings Time simply allowed us more time to make side salads, wrap gifts, write cards, talk about where we were headed and make ourselves presentable before arriving.
Throughout all of the harriedness, one thing stuck out in my mind. None of this is about the stuff on the agenda. It's about the people and the shared time over a piece of birthday cake or a cup of coffee.
How often does a baby celebrate her first birthday or a man celebrate his 90th?
My life is so filled with busyness. Things that have to be done. Moments that have to be filled.
Or do they? Or better yet, since moments will certainly come and go, how do I want mine to be spent? Barking at my children...grumbling at my husband...stressed by the minutia?
Naw...for today...I'm going to relish in my decision to cherish moments with those I love instead of doing that which I think I'm supposed to.