Longing

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I long for time.

More time with my loved ones far away.

More time with my loved ones close by.

I feel this way about my parents. They live a little over an hour away, so I get to see them when time permits. But it never seems like I can fully absorb them because when I am with them they are just so lovely that I can't describe it. It's like I can't breathe them in deep enough, memorize the lines of their faces well enough, hold on to the warm glow in my soul long enough. When I am with them, they seem like angels visiting the earth only for a moment. I just want to freeze time. I want them to know I love them and admire them so much that my heart bursts and overflows with tears of joy and admiration and love and hope for eternity.
So the second I got the invite to attend my Mom's Super Saturday (pictured above), we finally had no soccer so I flew like the wind to get there. She is so lovely. She is so beautiful. I am so proud she is my mother. Her name is sacred. Her name is Ardis. She is my hero.
I found myself full of joy on the drive up. It was a massive one on one date and I'm in the car with another of my heroes, my daughter Sarah. She is so beautiful, so mature, so lovely. I also feel like the time I have with her is so very brief. She is another angel visiting my home only for a moment and then she is off to college and making her own home. I find myself longing for more time...trying to absorb her all I can as well. So much love to give...so little time.

I thank Heavenly Father for our eternal families. Nothing brings me more joy.