I’m beginning round 2, and that means today’s goal was to get outside. It was the absolute perfect day to do it. One of the few cool days left this winter, today was breezy, sunny, and perfectly pleasant. Every non-sticky, dry, cool-ish day this month I thought, “This one has got to be the last one of winter. I’m going to wake up tomorrow to perpetual heat and humidity that lasts until November.”

It’s made me savor the spring sun, the cool breeze, the absence of sweat dripping down my back. It’s made me slow down, take extra trips to the park with Ezra, letting five more minutes turn into fifteen and twenty and thirty.

Tonight our whole family pulled on our sneakers and took a walk after supper, down the wide green avenue of 114th. We passed a family on bikes, dozens of 20 and 30-somethings in neon spandex, mothers walking their family dogs, and a man on a seriously interesting bike that you rode on standing up.

The sun set. The breeze blew. The moon rose. And we were there to see it all, savoring one of the last cool days of winter. I was reminded that this is exactly how God wants us to live, savoring the present. When you’re enjoying the moment of hand, there’s simply not enough room to ruminate over past mistakes or fret over the fast-approaching future.