[my life, my blessings, my journey]

Linked 52: Time

Time. It's the one thing we never, ever seem to have enough of in this life. With my brother home on a ten-day leave before shipping out overseas, I feel like I'm watching each day slip through our fingers, like those tiny little grains of sand.

No matter how much time we spend with him before he goes, it won't ever be enough.

I don't want him to go but I don't want him to stay more. This is his time.

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.” - Eric Roth

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Linkin' up again this week with some friends. Check 'em out.
Michelle, Heather, Jenn, Heather. Rhonda, Tracey, Stacey, Andrea, Jessica, Amanda, Sarah, Janet, Lesli, Carla, Lena, Rose, Naomi, Tracy, Heidi, Kristin, Veronica,Amy,
Liza, and Jean

sometimes all it takes is 10 minutes...

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10 minutes.

100 frames.


I encourage you today to spend just ten minutes doing whatever it is that makes your heart soar, whatever it is that lifts you up and makes you dance a crazy little jig in front of your kids.

The life I've been given is made beautiful in the living.

{happiness is...} summertime

The way her hair lightens to pretty blonde highlights, the stuff we pay hundreds of dollars for as adults.

The lush green color of the shady grass in our backyard.

Flip flop tan lines.

Red Rover through the sprinkler. Neighbor kids laughing.


Sleeping in until almost 9am. The well-rested, deep sleep look she stumbles downstairs with each morning.

A string of lazy days at home.

The sweaty, sunscreen smell on their skin before bath time.

His Über curly hair.

Beautiful golden light.

All my little chicks home, close to the nest. Close enough to watch them, smell their skin, run my fingers through their hair as they pass by.

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