How would we do that? How about once a year, we "lose" a week, like we "lose" an hour? Instead of Monday the 28th, it would be Monday the 21st again. Ahhh, a chance to slow down and do it over, a chance to appreciate the details that were lost in the fleeting moments.
But, as I think back over last week, there are plenty of moments I would not want to "lose." One son joining Civil Air Patrol and beginning what he plans as a career path. Another son, also in a career path in a Sheriff Explorer Academy. Picking the kids and the dog up at the park after a muddy, several mile run through the hills (how I wish I'd taken a photo of that moment, them all sitting together, mud plastered up their legs, laughing and enjoying each other - "bring more towels, Mom!"), finishing a good book, phone calls with distant kids, projects actually completed, pleasant walks together, computer skills ventured, eating a yummy stir fry with chopsticks, shopping outing with my husband,...the more I think about all that happened in the last week, the less I want to lose it. Like a collage of photos all clustered together, the montage of last week's days becomes a piece of art displayed in my memory, bits and pieces of a treasured scrapbook of our family's journey through life.