Thanks to Robert Frost, of course:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
There is a lot to be said for stopping for a moment in the bustle of everyday life, just to soak in a moment of quiet joy, beauty and tranquility. A baby boy smiling from his crib when he sees you, happy and content just to see you, or laughing just because you’re wiggling your hand and making silly sounds. A toddler girl peacefully sleeping after a day full of coughing and wheezing, finally restful because she’s holding your hand as you tell her a story of blue frogs. Being loved by a child is a precious thing. When a two year old climbs on your back just to kiss your head and murmur “I love you”, it’s OK to take a moment or five, give her a hug back, and tell her you love her too. Even though there is always much to do… those moments are even more important.
Tish Tosh Tesh 