I can't help but wish that time could just stop for a moment.
I so often worry about the unimportant, the things I see as visual aid to my flaws.
I told my friend, "It's not a big deal. I just want something pretty, though." I felt that familiar twinge of guilt - the twist of pride.
With kids it's a daily lesson to shift your focus. Kids have this incredible way of using things until they're bent, damaged, and often broken. It doesn't matter how much you coach them to be careful.
They have this way of living life to the fullest, to the ultimate pinnacle, enjoying all the moments - small or large. They have this way of being able to brush off the unimportant stuff and focusing on the moments.
They don't need someone to say, "Listen to the birds." they already do. They don't need me to encourage them to feel the breeze because they're running with it.
They remind me that in the imperfection there is beauty. In the rain there is life.
A broken cupboard, some tattered baseboards, a weedy yard those aren't the important things. They don't say anything about me. My joy however does.
Living, doing, loving, listening, running, breathing. Beauty and joy abundant.