Sixty minutes an hour

Today I’m over at (in)courage, discussing the speed of life. And how I’m silly when I wish it would go by faster. From the post:

“I still yearn for the day when there are no more diapers to change. When all my kids can read to themselves. When the walls aren’t splattered with the evening’s dinner.

“But really? That’s exchanging one gift for another. These days I have now, they are precious, just like the ones I’ll have in a few years. Wishing them away is to miss the beauty right in front of me, encrusted countertop and all.

“’We steal if we touch tomorrow. It is God’s.’ -Henry Ward Beecher”

Head here to read the entire post and to share your thoughts in the comments. What are you savoring slowly today?

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Tsh Oxenreider

Tsh is the founder of this blog and just finished traveling around the world with her husband and 3 kids. Her latest book is Notes From a Blue Bike, and believes a passport is one of the world's greatest textbooks.

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