The morning rush.
Most mornings, I am hustling myself and two kids out the door, running late, racing against the clock, rushing down the sidewalk to get loaded in the car and drive off to work.
But, this morning, I just so happened to turn my head and notice exactly how beautiful the rose bushes were bathing in the morning sunlight.
So, this seems to be the story of my life right now...always in hurry, always rushing here and there and everywhere...always running late to get no where special...sometimes, stopping to smell those roses isn't so bad afterall. And, most definitely something I must try and do more often.