Just a little more time (and Book Blurb Friday)

As you may or may not know, time and I are not friends. I struggle daily with what my husband constantly refers to as "time management," never having enough time to do what I want or what I have to do, constantly rushing out the door to wherever, and always looking back at moments in time that I wish would last forever, and this is one of those times.

My son celebrates his first communion Saturday, and I sit here wondering just where the time has gone. I can still picture him as a baby (man was he cute, bald as a cue ball, chubby little face), and all those firsts. Like when he finally said the word yes and when he took his first steps (he was in no hurry since his sister did most of his talking and retrieving for him). I still remember the doctor saying not to be in a rush with the potty training, hinting that my son was going to take his sweet time with this-and he was right!

Now as I ready his blue suit, shine his black dress shoes, and find where I put his new tie, I’m nervous-I’m not exactly ready for the new stages coming up with my son just as I’m unsure of my future with a soon to be teen daughter. I’m also sad tonight as I look at my son’s face and still see my little baby boy looking back at me. He still has that little boy look, and I wish time would just slow down, even if it’s just a little bit, then maybe I could get ready…

Speaking of time, it’s Book Blurb Friday. Lisa Ricard Claro, from Writing in the Buff, posts a picture meant to serve as a fictional book cover. It's your job to write a blurb about the book in 150 words or less to entice a prospective reader. Are you up to the challenge?

Blogger was down almost all day yesterday and I didn't know what to do with myself, but I was glad to see that Lisa was able to post for tonight. Here is this week's picture and my story:

Her Time to Run

Dana lived a life others envied-a chauffer to drive her anywhere, maids to pick up after her, and an expense account that knew no limits. She got what she wanted when she wanted it, and her future plans revolved around nothing more than what nightclub she would head to that evening, or that new pair of shoes she wanted to purchase.

So when her friend Lizbeth suggested they hop on a plane and head to Australia there was no hesitation. And when a man touting a weeklong 4WD tour of Simpson Desert approached Dana in a Queensland nightclub, a little beer and a little brawn were all it took to win her over.

But Dana’s wealth speaks volumes to those in need-there’s no telling what someone might do if a prize like her comes rolling into town, and that quick trip to the desert may be her last. (148 words without the title)

Can't wait to get some "time" to swing by your blogs and read your stories!