I was on a mission all this month to go out in my yard and get my toes in the mud. I wanted to
clean around the bushes, and get this place spruced up again, so
the first chance I got, I went out with the baby and my
I was in a hurry because I had her in the stroller
thought what if a she gets fussy and I can't finish?
Then I was reminded
And , so I did.
I slowed down and took my time. When she got fussy, I took a break.When she got hungry, I stopped and fed her. When she got sleepy, I went inside and laid her down. It took me a little longer
than it would have , but really does it matter?
She is my constant reminder of how not sweat the small stuff
enjoy life at a slower pace.
And we are.