Seems like lately we just go from one day to the next. Looking onward to the next event. What is happening this weekend, when does Dad go to India, what day is your anniversary, etc. Why is it so hard to live in the now. The right here. This is our life and our messy house, and our kids still in their pajamas. This is my sink full of dirty dishes, and my laundry baskets full of clothes to fold. This is it. This is the right here. And I don't want to be anywhere else.