Once a week I skip going to the gym so that I can water and deadhead my roses. Earlier this morning while I was watering, a red-throated hummingbird landed in one of the puddles less than three feet from my feet. I froze like a child playing “statue” to extend the moment as long as possible.
My weekday and Sunday mornings typically find me rushing around to get ready. I want more mornings like this one. Maybe this was a hint for me to slow down?
What are life’s little moments telling you?
Are you listening?