Today seems like a normal day. I am here, watching kids in my daycare room. Kaylee is sleeping, I rocked her to sleep as I always do. Everyone is getting along, the messes are not too outrageous and nobody is too loud. The kids have already eaten breakfast, in about an hour I will feed them lunch. I paid the bills and thanked GOD that we had the money. Ty was up all night puking, but he has been able to keep breakfast down. It looks like the bug has passed and he is happily watching Rango with Daddy. It all seems ok. I am happy and I have the next thirty minutes to sit and enjoy resting before I have to cook lunch.
I have to admit that there is a little part of me that hates these days. When everything is going right. When I am not worried or late or busy. I hate them because they go by too fast. I have always been acutely aware of the fact that I will never have today again. I can only live this minute once and I better be doing my best to enjoy it. Someday when I am old I will look at these days and smile. I don't like it when they go by easy. It is too fast. Like throwing glitter in the air. By the time you see the first shining pieces they have all fallen to the floor. It is fast and beautiful and fun. That is my life. Now if only I could slow it down and remember every little glittery moment of every shining day, then I think I would be content.
