I do not remember time moving this fast when I was younger.  I had a carefree life, albeit with 5 kiddos with disabilities. Each day was full and generally enjoyable. Now that I am older, time gets away from me.

The whole month of February was spent looking forward to son Steven’s wedding. Pssshhhhhh.  February was gone!

Now that it is March, all I have been concentrating on is Easter: discussions with Hubby about what delicacies he will cook, including what scrumptious desserts will be included, and trying to come up with personalized Easter baskets for each of the grandkids. Francis’ kids get practical gifts like science books and puzzles, along with non-sugary, healthy treats.  For Dinora’s children, a treat filled Spider-Man basket, a candy and make-up basket for my teenage granddaughter and a basket filled with protein snacks for my teenage grandson who is a serious wrestler in high school. Steven’s daughter, Rosie, is the easiest to please, and any combination of small toys, dolls and candy thrill her.

Now that the Easter preparations have been completed, I look back and realize that another month has gone by with a singular focus. Where did March go? I was so preoccupied by thoughts of Easter that I did not do much of anything else, and another month has gone pssssshhhhhh!

Realizing that time moves so fast, along with the fact that I am getting older, I have come to the realization that I need to stop and smell the virtual roses. In preparation for spring, starting an indoor garden should be fun. Tiny flower seeds will be used, putting them in small starter pots, and setting them on the windowsill in the sun.

I plan to be more observant and complimentary of others.  Yesterday, the looks of  a woman in Walmart shocked me. She honestly looked like a caveman, hulking and bent over as she walked, with very hairy arms and face. Her eyebrows were so hairy that they formed one big arch over her eyes. Her face seemed to be in a permanent growl, and I was taken aback at her appearance. She had some blonde braids amidst her hard to manage, tangled hair. Overcoming my reluctance, I smiled a broad smile and told her how much I liked her braids. At first she looked shocked that I had spoken to her, but then she smiled brightly and giddily said thank you. She seemed to walk out of the store with a bounce in her lunging steps. The interaction was a positive experience for both of us, and I realized I need more daily affirmations to make each day count.

Easter will come and go, but the whole month will not be devoted to this singular event. I will look for something positive to do or say every day because every day of my life is good.