1 Jan

I think I realized how important “time” was as we were sprinting through the San Francisco airport on Christmas Eve Eve. When we stepped off the plane we had about 30 minutes until our next flight left. We were at gate 80 something, needing to be at gate 20 something. When I learned we also had to go through security, AGAIN, I may have gotten a little emotional/borderline hysterical. People were raising their eyebrows at me and backing away. I didn’t care we needed to be at the gate NOW. It was stressful, not romantic like in the movies. We made it, barely.

After that I spent a lot of the week thinking about time.  We only had seven days, but it felt complete. Just enough to feel full without overdoing it.

Perhaps it felt so rich was because of the family and friends that made time for us. When we visit, our normal life is on hold for a bit. It is easy for us to stop and slow down. For the ones we visit, it’s not always that way. Everyone tries to work around our schedule, but we have too much we want to do and not enough time to do it.  Our family members have work and practices and events they’ve planned long before our trip came to be, but they make time.

Here are some snap shots of time well spent.

Time for tradition.

Time for Christmas magic.

Time for togetherness.

Time for sharing.

Time for giving of yourself.

Even time for a run.

Your time is more valuable to others than you may know.  Own it.  Give it.  Savor it.

I’m going to work on this.  I want to carry this Christmastime feeling on and on and on.

And so, I shall.


2 Responses to “Christmastime”

  1. Kathy January 2, 2012 at 10:46 am #

    Me too!! It was a busy week but boy did we have fun! Love all the time we had with everyone!

    • Sarah January 2, 2012 at 6:31 pm #

      It was an amazing Christmas! Thanks for watching Abigail and giving her a bath so we could play cards!

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