Time is feeling so different these days with a very small person to care for, who fills much of it. There aren't long stretches of it anymore for wandering through a day, but instead lots of small 'pocketfulls' of it, here and there.
Sometimes the pocketfulls get filled with things like painting nails blue and picking lavender for a friend, and they are truly treasured. Time seems to stretch on days like this, when I manage to use these moments well, and the sense of thankfulness over being able to make something so small happen in these brief pockets lasts me all day.
