Time Out.
Adam’s running a marathon this weekend and I’m going to supply him with scientifically-engineered, berry-flavored gooey treats and Gatorades and then make loads of beef for all of our friends, because that’s how we roll.
We’re busy. We’re working a lot. Our weekends are packed.
But this morning, we got up early and took our coffee and fishing poles to the beach. We cast our lines into the surf as the sun rose over the sandy bluffs behind us. For two hours, time stood still and it was supremely perfect.
I’m so grateful for time outs.