Once, I blinked and year had gone.
Soon ten and then twenty.
Now I find myself at Forty-two and wanting time to stop.
Not forever, but just to enjoy pulchra spatium temporis, or a beautiful pause in time.
A pause to look into my daughters’ faces and make sure they know how much I love them–how to me, they are everything.
A pause to look into my husband’s face and make sure he knows how much he is loved and appreciated–how he is what makes me whole.
A pause to look into my parents’ faces and make sure they know how much I love them–how much they taught me, and how I am who I am because of them.
A pause, to fall to me knees and praise God for this life–the one so graciously given to me. This life that might be humble and meager is filled with blessings and love so great.
A pause . . .
Pulchra spatium temporis.