Day 195.

I am grateful for a slow day.

I used to want the days to move quickly. I had babies...maybe that's it. I don't know - I just LONGED for the moment that Jason walked through the door. And don't get me wrong, I love that moment still - I'd always rather it be us as a family than me going it alone. But. it's different now. The kids and I have really good days. And often, I find myself wishing the day would last longer, rather than wishing it would pass quickly just to get by.

Part of it is that the kids are playing really great together. I can actually get enough done during a day at home to seem really like an accomplishment, even while paying attention and playing with them is interspersed. I feel OK about saying, "No, I can't play with you right now, I'm making salsa," when I've played with them several times already throughout the day.

I think the biggest thing that happens when the day moves slow and we don't have a lot going on, is I notice my kids more. I revel in them more. I see the moment as important, and I don't let time just pass by for the sake of passing.