I want to...

 I made yogurt, granola, and bread before breakfast this morning, but I did it by myself. As I sped through, spilling nothing, I chided myself for not inviting the kids to help me. I want to work on enjoying my kids. Really. So they feel it. I am mostly overwhelmed or frustrated by my kids in this current stage of life, but I don't think it has to be that way.

I had a meeting with somebody else's kid who is living in a detention center thousands of miles away from their parents. I'm making time in my schedule to give her 1 hour of undivided attention each week. I bet that feels like a smack in the face to my kids. I want to be intentional about one-on-one time with my own kids. But it feels impossible.

I took Grammy and Honey Gramps' clothes out of the back of the van and up to the washing machine and caught a whiff of my favorite scent. I want to find a way to bottle that smell because I know I'm going to be missing it so deeply in the years to come.

I sat on the gravel-covered ground in the library's reading garden doing my best to admire my children at play. Can Wonder be learned after it is unlearned? I want to cultivate Wonder.