Gracie was a little late to choir yesterday. Mostly because ten minutes before we were supposed to be there, she was doing this:
Sometimes, it feels like we have so much going on between work and school and scouts and piano and soccer and choir and church and reading and reading and laundry and dinner and reading some more that there’s not enough time to stop and smell the salt air. Yesterday, we took the time. I sat on the sand and took a hundred deep breaths and the girls ran and shrieked at the cold water. The laughed and played and found treasures.
And I watched the pelicans searching for their dinner
I don’t like to be late for things (Steve is laughing manically as he reads this…I am perpetually late!), really, I don’t. But sometimes, it just might be worth it.