It’s a Slow Fade Both Ways

I don’t want to miss getting wet under a waterfall.

I don’t want to miss curling up in a big chair with a good book and hot chocolate.

I don’t want to miss seeing my kids running through the sprinkler.

I don’t want to miss enjoying my dog.

I don’t want to miss shopping with my mom.

I don’t want to miss the incredible colors of flowers.

I don’t want to miss eating watermelon by the pool in summer.

I don’t want to miss a good night’s sleep.

I don’t want to miss being with my husband every chance I get.

I don’t want to miss having a baby.

I don’t want to miss a beach sunrise.

I don’t want to miss getting caught in a rainshower.

I don’t want to miss laughing with my husband.

I don’t want to miss being silly with my friends.

I don’t want to miss the smile on someone’s face when they know someone cares.

I don’t want to miss worshipping God earth-style.

I don’t want to miss hearing my dad’s hearty laugh.

I don’t want to miss singing a lullaby to my child.

I don’t want to miss my husband’s face when he sees his first child.

I don’t want to miss the late afternoon sun.

I don’t want to miss laying on green grass and staring into the blue sky.

I don’t want to miss the smell of leather ballet shoes in a studio.

I don’t want to miss hugs.

I don’t want to miss the uniqueness of ladybugs.

I don’t want to miss early morning dew.

I don’t want to miss cuddling.

I don’t want to miss giving.

I don’t want to miss the love of my husband.

I don’t want to miss the purity of child like faith.

I don’t want to miss God’s unconditional love for me.

I don’t want to miss the ache of sore muscles.

I don’t want to miss the feel of a soft fleece blanket on a cold day.

I don’t want to miss the simplicity and magic of breathing.

I don’t want to miss laughing until my stomach hurts.

I don’t want to miss the early morning light streaming through my windows.

I don’t want to miss everything God provides for our enjoyment. 1 Tim. 6:17