Lately, I've been thinking quite a bit about the subject of time. Or the lack of it.

I was eating a Krispy Kreme doughnut this morning and sipping my coffee and wishing I had just another five minutes. It was a glorious moment, but it faded so fast.

This weekend, my family and I took a quick trip down to Kansas City to see the Royals play the Boston Red Sox. I can remember sitting in the stadium on what turned out to be a perfect night. It was comfortably warm, with no wind. The Royals had an amazing inning where they brought in 8 runs in a row, and the mood was festive at the ball park.

But no sooner had the fun started, it was over. Even the trip to Kansas City itself was a test of time. We did it in one weekend, and we had so many fun stops planned, but we couldn't do it all. It was like I was barely scratching the surface of the places we visited. Even at McDonalds, my daughter informed me that I should have gotten her "Smurfette" instead of another boy Smurf, but I guess I was just too concerned with just getting the meal (as you can see, we are not afraid to enjoy Krispy Kreme and McDonald's once in a while).

Other examples of time flying include the fact that summer is technically over for us. The pools have closed in town, and the kids are back at school. In the moment, it seemed like summer would last for a long time, but looking back, it seems like we didn't have much of a summer at all.

Getting back to the recent trips I've taken with the family, it always seems like when I book them weeks or months in advance, the actual trip days take forever to arrive. And then, in a flash, the trip is over, and you find yourself looking back on the fun two or three weeks later.

Even at home, it seems like I have little time to get projects accomplished. Do you remember when you were a kid? Didn't it seem like time moved slower, and it seemed like you had all the time in the world? Why is it that as you grow older, your time seems to dissipate before your very eyes? I guess that's why some experts tell you to live in the moment.

If there is something that needs to be done, I just have to do it. That could mean making a phone call that I would rather put off. If my son asks me to play catch outside, and I have five projects to accomplish first, I just need to play catch. Again, it comes down to editing down what's important in life. Time is marching on. And it seems like I find myself wishing I had more of that precious time.

Do you find yourself wishing for more quality time?