I am one of the first to admit my propensity for allowing life to swallow me up in its busyness. It’s an awfulnogoodterriblebad habit that over the years has been a safety blanket that feels like silk and warms like a fire. Not only do I actually LIKE it but it’s my my internal computer’s version of safe-mode; it’s not overly functional and definitely minimal fun and minimal “me” but it will do the job and will do it without fail.

As I was driving home on Sunday from an emotion-filled engagement session I glance out the passenger side window and like a much needed kick-in-the-busy-pants, there it was… that crayon box sunset that never fails to grab my attention and make me exhale slowly. God had given me that sunset on a day where I was particularly susceptible to the gentle reminder that if I don’t slow down every once in a while life is going to speed on by and I am going to MISS it. (He’s a sneaky one, that Jesus…) Sometimes I think that life will always be there but the reality is that there are memories, moments and even days that I will never be able to recover. Memories that I missed for what? That elusive check box on the to-do list?

Now if you will excuse me, I am off to go cuddle with my husband and dog. Take THAT check box.

(Yes, I took this from a moving car. Don’t judge me.)

i’m yours,
melissa