My right arm is sore from playing volleyball.
Barefoot, in the sand.
With ten year olds.
Boys against girls.

Girls won.

We learned how to train dragons and ate dripping ice cream in the park.

And dipped our toes for the first time this year.
It was a perfectly spent, perfectly sunny day.

I don't always spend time well.  

But I'm working on it.

I lose a lot to my impatience.  Sometimes I don't wait and I live by moments instead. 

I'm not sure that's a wrong thing and maybe that's the way it all works, with a little giving in and a little holding back.

But I am past tired of fillers.  You know fillers. Like the town that is okay for right now, but not later when you're serious about life.  Or the boy that you talk to when you want to talk to the one, but you aren't certain that you've met him yet. 

The hairstyle, the car, the address, the job. 

And then I have days at the park and I remember that life is not about the filling or the edges.  It is about seeing that His fingerprints are all over everything.  It is about realizing that each second is His gift, that each second is filled with beauty.  And wonder.

Life is about enjoying Him.

Now.
And forever.