on slowing down

Last night, as fireworks went off all along the horizon around us, I didn't look at the time.  I didn't wonder about the parking lot of traffic that might be out there on 95.  I didn't worry about waking up this morning and being overtired*.  I sat on a beach chair on the lawn in front of Justin and Mary's house and soaked it in.  It's new for me, but I'm trying to slow down**.  And when we left it wasn't late, there was no traffic, and this morning we weren't sleepy.  But if it was, if we were, it would have been okay.  I have to keep reminding myself of that.

 

*Yes, overtired, sometimes I confuse myself with a toddler. 

**It seems I'm not the only one, Mary just wrote a post about the same thing.