Stolen moments are those events during the day or night that come about unexpectedly but give me extreme pleasure: A drive to the lake that I didn’t think I was going to get to take. A smoke break (even though I don’t smoke). A quick kiss in the kitchen whilst cooking dinner … or a slow one, later. A conversation with an old friend — or a new one — in the midst of our hectic little lives.
Cousin Karen gave me this framed message for Christmas 2006:
LIFE is not measured by
the breaths you take,
but by the moments that
take your breath away.
She said it reminded her of me. I agree, and I do look forward to those breathtaking moments in life, right there in the midst of all the ordinary ones.
And sometimes, I have to steal them.
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April 22, 2009 at 9:35 pm
Barry S. Byrd
Good evening! I was looking for pictures of fields for my children and stumbled across your blog. They love your photo entitled “Wheat Silhouette” from June 20, 2008. I really don’t like being this forward, but they wanted me to ask if they could get a full size image to use in their classroom presentation? Sorry to be a bother, but you know how children can be when they want something. Take care and God Bless!
Barry S. Byrd
Summerfield, NC