I am always in a rush. Always. And impatient like no other. Horrible traits to have. Just plain horrible. It is intense, trying to get out the door with these girls. I get… for lack of a better word… crazed. There is no time for slow-pokes. Nope. Gotta’ go. And I hate this about myself. I really do. And I’m trying so hard to fix it, but it’s something I’ve been dealing with since I can remember.

Today, it was no different. We went over to Whole Foods, and since Pea had not been well yesterday (a return of that stinking Noro virus), I didn’t want to be out too long, but there were things we needed, and I thought some fresh air would do us all some good. So, we ventured out. Or rushed out, that’s more like it. And when we get into the store, she asks if she can have these

for her bedroom.

Whoa. How do you say no to that?

I absolutely love fresh flowers, daisies are among my favorites, and so of course, I had to say yes. But the real gift in all of this was, for me, the reminder to chill the heck out and stop and smell those flowers.