tuesdays are our sundays

shawna just finished telling me a story about how she had been in a late-rush, going from one job to another.  one of her shoes had been dropped and was missing.  running frantically through clubsport, she finally found it.  on her sprint out, one of her students was taking a picture of the sunset and the mother said to shawna, "look!"  to which shawna busily said, "yeah, beautiful, bye!"  the little girls mom touched shawna's shoulder and said, "no, look.  just ten seconds."  shawna did.  she also didn't choose to run to her car, instead she walked.  i like that story.  i love my wife.  she is my sunset.  too often i'm running to my car or running to find something as important as my shoe.  she's my sunset, every day, every hour.  it's good to just walk and enjoy her on the way to get that other 'important' stuff out of the way.