So I find my self stealing away twenty minutes through out my day. Case in point: I am stealing twenty minutes of good sleep from myself right now by finishing this post.
However, I promised myself that I would find Twenty minutes every day to record something good about my life. It could be something simple as just taking a picture, but I am going to find some time for me. Even if it is just 20 minutes.
Twenty minutes somehow consecutively add up to make an entire day. Twenty minutes to play a game, read a story or put someone to bed. Twenty minutes to finish my hair, mop the floor or fold laundry.
The majority of my twenty minute increments goes to nursing a baby. Most of the time that twenty minutes is doubled. Then twenty minutes to play and change a diaper, and then twenty more to rock her to sleep. Sometimes it is; "Hurry! she will be up in twenty minutes what needs to be done?"
I realized that when I was younger and had one and maybe even the second baby I hurried those twenty minutes along. Today, I was grateful to sit and enjoy that time. Rocking, thinking, looking and savoring the moments.
It was then that I realized I would rather spend my twenty minutes doing this, then folding laundry.
Isn't she beautiful. She is one month old already. If you think of that in twenty minute increments it seems she has been with us for so much longer.