#139 …when you stop to kiss your child while racing out the door.

This morning while I was walking downstairs in a distracted rush - e-mails piling up on my Blackberry and late for work once again, I chanced to notice my six year-old son, who was sitting at the kitchen counter happily eating his porridge, open his arms and beam at me. It stopped me in my tracks. And I thought to myself, realistically speaking, Is anything in this world worth missing it?

Answering myself, instead of racing out the door and throwing myself in the car as planned, I walked over to his small-checked pajama-clad self and hugged him close. “Happy morning! How are you, baby?” I whispered in his ears. He closed his eyes in contentment. “Never better,” he whispered back.