3 Ways to Slow Down and Soak it All In

I walked into my house on Sunday, grocery bags hanging from my arms, earbuds dangling from my head. I was busy and distracted as I glanced out the back window and saw my wife, Heather, sitting on the back deck. Except it wasn’t Heather. It was my 7 year old daughter. And from the view I had, with her light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, I mistook her for Heather.