I looked at my hand this morning as it had felt like a small cut on my upper palm. I had felt it yesterday as I met for time with my girls. As I examined my hand it looked like my lifeline had extended further across my hand – maybe it has.

As I enjoyed my girls laughing, reading at the library, taking me to explore the park, being cheeky (as every young kid should be :)) I realized that time with them feels like a lease of life that can so easily be forgotten. That shared innocence can feel like a relief from what pressures us each day and by sharing it my kids extend my life line……