Anxiety shows up when I rush ahead into the minutes that haven’t been made.
In its absence, when I focus on creating couch cushion landing pads on the basement floor and packing picnics for the backyard, when I read another picture book and decidedly throw yet another dirty dish on top of the pile, when we watch a movie while they nap and when I watch him brush her hair, the minutes come unceremoniously but feel important and precious and fleeting.
And on one of those days when the way I spent my time reflects the way I want to live my life, peace pushes disquiet aside.


Christy said...

You're doing a great job. Sounds to me like you have your priorities in the right place. :)

Adam and Vicky said...

What a great little brother/helper! The new header is fun!