Better Than Getting Things Done.

I promised her on Friday that at some point this weekend her and I could have some time just the two of us. At the mall, coffee, something, somewhere.

This morning after church I had attitude. It was dreary looking outside, I was tired.

Time hasn't been on my side it seems lately. The laundry is piled up, there's a stack of mail on my desk and just the daily tasks I've felt behind.

I was torn but knew the right thing to do was to slap a smile on my face and go.

I followed through, I kept my commitment and I've often prided myself with the fact that I keep the promises I make to any of the kids.

So to the outlet mall we went, scoping out good deals, talking about Christmas and people and weird looking shirts.

In one store. To the next. We'd walk and we'd talk.

"This is fun." She'd say more than once and smile at me.

"Yeah. It is." I'd agree and mean it.

The hour I thought we'd be away turned into two and then almost three. And in our last store we had a little too much fun being goofy and trying on hats and glasses and other accesories.

Thankful was I for breaking out of my attitude and away from home so that we could have this time her and I.

As we walked to the car, she said "Thanks Samara, I love when it's just me and you."

Me too, Miss M, me too.

Thanks for reminding me that life is about much more than getting things done, sometimes it's about just being.