I want to be a much better person than I am.
I want to be a domestic goddess.
I want to be more well read.
I want to go out of my way to be generous.
I want to exercise until I have rock-hard abs again.
As days pass into weeks,
none of my goals are reached.
Time is slipping through my fingers.
who was still in my belly last year,
will not be baby very soon.
His birthday is quickly approaching.
Looking back over his first year of life,
it went by so quickly... like a long breath.
There is never enough time.
If I choose one resolution to keep,
it would be to make the most of every hour,
every long breath.
Maybe THAT is enough.