I love this little girl. It's hard to believe that in just two weeks she'll be two years old. Every time I blink, it seems that more of her life has passed by.

I have been wrapped up in work and assignments over the past couple of months. The work is good, but I'm sad that I haven't spent enough time blowing bubbles and drawing on the driveway with my little lady.

We've done those things, but we haven't done them enough. Sometimes I feel like life is happening to me. Like I'm on the outside looking in. Like I'm not actually living it.

The key, I think, is to slow down enough to take it all in. Take pictures. Capture the moment. Draw and laugh and sing and blow bubbles. The work can wait.

She is my most important work. Sometimes I forget that, but don't worry, she has her own ways of reminding me.

I don't want to wake up 16 years from now and wonder if we played enough, laughed enough, and loved enough.

So I'm putting on the brakes and slowing down for a while. God gave me this one life. I'm going to live it.

Will you slow down and live it with me?

Until next time, grace and peace.