Small, mindful moments

Do you ever look at your life and think, Wow, this is really good.

I do. A lot these days. Maybe all the people who tell you, with your newborn snug in your arms, that this time passes so quickly, try to enjoy every moment, really got through to me. Maybe it was my midwife's comment, just after Oliver's birth: I envy you. You know exactly where your healthy, beautiful children are all day and every night, that really hit home. I don't know what triggered the awareness, but I do know, every day (even the bad ones) that this time is so special. Things won't always be like this. I won't always be the sun in my kids' universe. I won't always be able to determine where they go, who they go with, and when they come home. I won't always be able to solicit toddler kisses any time of any day or get twelve love letters in a row from my kindergartener.
I'm not saying that I want to stop time (ok, maybe a little), but I do recognize that this time — always fleeting — is precious.