Running and running.
My attempts at slowing and seeing and feeling are lost in the chaos.
I pull moments together, here and there.
A light saber fight in the playroom in the five minutes we had left before heading out for the day.
A small, important conversation after a little girl has been in bed for an hour but apparently had too much on her mind to sleep.
Walking around the living room in the dark, carrying the baby in our Ergo, hoping to lull her to sleep.
Little moments, slipped in between the light and the dark, the quiet and the noise. Each moment simple and important.
My mind races as I think through my lists of things that must be accomplished. Deadlines. Assignments. Projects. Things. More things. Too many things.
It's a lot, sometimes, to juggle life.
We wear so many hats.
I try and be everything to everyone at all times.
I feel like I can, that nothing is impossible, that I can do all and be all and everything will just work itself out.
Kind of unrealistic.
I'm not perfect.
But I do and I go, and we live and we make it work.
When the days blend together during the busy times, I take comfort in those stolen moments with my little ones.
This season of our lives will not last forever. In many ways. They will grow. I will grow. Life will change.
We won't be this busy forever.
We will breathe again, and the quiet, stolen moments will gather together into bigger, louder moments, and we will fall into that season as we did this one.