Enjoying the small things

Yesterday I raced home from work so I would have time to hit the grocery store before picking up Jamie.

I raced through the store.

I raced to daycare so he wouldn't be the last one there.

We raced home.

I hurried to carry all the groceries upstairs so I could get the dog out ASAP.
By the time we got outside I was exhausted from all the running around.
I was exhausted from the day.

All I wanted to do was go back inside and breath.

Take a time out before the madness of our evening routine began.

Just as the thought of putting my feet up put my mind at ease, I saw a little 25 pound toddler race by, headed right for the swing.

I sighed.

I didn't want to swing.

I wondered if I could bribe him back inside without a tantrum.

And then I realized how in the blink of an eye he's not going to want to play with his mama.

I should slow down.

Enjoy these little moments.
So we swang.

We laughed. 
I soaked it all in.
I felt all the stress of the day melt away.
I was reminded that sometimes, you need to just stop and smell the roses.