Small children are beautiful, delightful, amazing, funny, sweet and incredibly, unrelentingly demanding and often very frustrating. I've been thinking about what that means in my daily life a lot lately, and how I want to move through the days, structure my time, project myself into it. Seems like many others are too. (Such good company.)
This post was in my reader today, which directed me to this post. And then this post appeared in my reader too.
All of which reminded me of how much I try to come back to this iconic observation -- the days are long the years are short. Which sums it up for me, anyway.
Thank you Internet.