Like most people with happy lives, my life has generally been happy chaos. I have not always served myself well by appreciating the present and being in the moment. But one time I did do that.
It was not too long after Charles and I adopted two precious little girls, sisters, ages 3 and 6. We were sitting outside one warm, comfortable night, enjoying the evening, the girls sleepily snuggled in our arms, big as they were, one in the swing with me and the other in the rocker with him. I looked over at him and said, “I wish we could bottle this.” Somehow, I knew that the moment deserved special recognition and, indeed, over the past 30 years, I have pulled that image out of the bottle many times. I could wish that I had slowed down long enough to have more bottles, but I won’t be greedy.