As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past, letting my memory rush over them like water rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
This week, amidst the rush of life, push pause and allow the rush of memory into your day. Recall that sunny day last year when you watched the eagle soar. Remember the smile of your daughter as she called out, "Look, Daddy!" as she leapt from the diving board feet first. Replay the words of love spoken over the phone by your son that began with "Hi, Mom" and ended with "I love you, too."
Think about the moments of the past.