Children have no concept for time. At least mine don't. It's summer, they sleep late, they enjoy lazy mornings, playful afternoons and late nights. Watching movies, swimming, hanging out outside with friends on the neighborhood. Sometimes I feel like our day doesn't start until 1 o'clock in the afternoon! Sometimes I hear, "Can we have lunch?" It's 4 in the afternoon. "Hey mom, can we go swimming?" And its 8 or 9 at night. And they say, "Who cares?"

Oh, to be a child. I think I am a bit envious of their freedom to not care ... not care about the time, but to enjoy all they are doing. I love that about them, for them. They are not slaves to a clock. I am. It's a constant of feeling like there is not enough time to ... before onto the next thing. The obligations, the responsibilities.

The Bible says to live the moment fully. To give of yourself fully in every moment. 100%. I think that's where I fail. Not always, but it's a struggle. As we are in the middle of whatever the activity may be, my mind in thinking about the next. To be child-like again ... Or to at least find the balance, to live immersed in every moment and enjoy each experience with the eyes and heart of a child and the responsibility of adulthood/parenthood.

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Pie learned to ride her bike! It was a struggle, a bit of fear, but she did it. We ran along side her, holding her seat endlessly. And now she is an official bike rider ...

The first ride was to pick blackberries, which also led to an impromptu photo shoot ...

The bounty ... just enough for a breakfast of crepes ....

May the peace and beauty of every moment be enjoyed ...