Time flies when your having fun…or seen another way, when we lose track of time it means we are content, engaged and dare I say…happy!
That is what happened to me this weekend. I lost track of time. And it was wonderful.
After working all week my husband and I took a short trip “home”. While we live in a new city now and love it, there is always a wonderful feeling when we go home.
At home, we spent time with family especially my sister and her kids who are growing so fast. I enjoyed my parents and got to spend time with one of the daughters that has flown the nest.
I marvel at how independent we all are now and at the same time so dependent on each other–in good way.
As I mentioned, the trip was short because on Sunday we were on our way back, enjoying the beautiful day and the open road and the calm and quiet of our empty nest that not too long ago I was dreading having.
What threw me off was I had Monday off for Martin Luther King Jr. Day. (Thank you Dr. King!). I took the day slowly and did my chores and enjoyed a relaxing day. I was at peace in our daily routine…
And I lost track of time…
I forgot today was Tuesday, beginning the work week. I missed posting my self imposed scheduled post this morning.
So I am saving that one for Thursday to share this message with you…strive from time to time to lose track of time.
The time that is past we can never get back–how wonderful when it passes us in joy!!