A moment of our time. A very brief period in time. Take a hold and seize every opportunity to make the most.
A minute perhaps to smell the rose.
A second glance at the family before walking out the door.
That pause to choose your next words carefully, less you wreck something forever.
That stillness between sleep and wake when it suddenly crosses your mind that you forgot to lock the kitchen door, to iron the shirt you wanted to wear to the meeting, to buy that gift for your best friend’s anniversary or pick up the dry cleaning.
That halting of your steps after just realizing that you were due at your child’s school an hour ago and the earful you’ll get from Mrs. Busybody about being prompt and on time for picks because blah, blah, blah. Then in the midst of tuning her out, it suddenly hits you that you might not have turned of the stove or unplug the iron.
That split glance when your eyes catches his and you just can’t bear to look away for fear that you’ll miss something he says or does.
Just when you think to yourself, God this is so hard, I can’t do this anymore, I’m too tired and too sore but some how find the strength to give one almighty push. Then you hear it, the cry that pulls at your heart and causes tears to fall you were sure had long since dried up. Then you are presented with the most precious of treasures the world has ever known and you suddenly remember why you chose to do this in the first place.
When was the last time you spent a quiet moment?
In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing. Theodore Roosevelt