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.