never wanted a newborn season to slow down more. her first month has already arrived— wasn’t she just born yesterday? time is such a weird thing. wanting to know her more & more, but knowing time is required. thinking I’ll miss something the faster it flies. it’s an illusion. the “this is unmistakably the best ever” moments are just glimpses of eternity. we so often want to catch them, safe keep them in our pocket just to to take them out & peer at them whenever we so please. we try to find ways to revisit every best lived moment of ours: whether that’s the short lived pleasure of a fancy treat, friendship, successful moments or even the sweetness of our beloved kids being little. what if the intention and purpose of such moments are to keep pointing us Heavenwards! how grand God must be if our souls can both delight in & achingly long for more of these gifts we get to notice in this life!