Last soccer game of the season today. One down and I wonder … how many more to go?

This morning, as we were all huddled close together, blankets wrapped around us in 35 degree weather, I watched Jack as I wondered:

How soon will it be that I am watching him at 10, 15, 17?

How much faster will these years go?

I felt a deep pang of … something. In my heart. It wasn’t sadness. Nor happiness.

Just an overwhelming desire to slow down these beautiful moments and this gorgeous gift we have called Time that mimics sand to me … slipping through my fingers before I’m able to catch it.

Time is our gift. I am filled with gratitude that today, Jack’s time was filled with his People showing up for him. Regardless of cold temperatures and muddy soccer fields.

That’s love, People.