Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Slow Down

The other day I was enjoying some strawberries with my youngest daughter (she’s only 4).  Suddenly she looked intently in my eyes and said, “Daddy, you seem to be in a hurry.”

Wow.

She was right of course.  I was ithcing to get back on my computer, instead of enjoying the precious present moment with my daughter.

Why am I always in a hurry?  What’s the big rush?!