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The Love of Tiny Fingers
At some point, Clive reached out his pointer finger very slowly. His finger was curved and shook a little. He held it there for a while until the baby figured out that she could reach it and grab hold. He swung her finger back and forth. She stared with rapt attention and smiled even wider. I could have thrown myself on the floor from the beauty of it all. Thank you God for my view today, I thought.
Clamor for More
I love Christmas. All of it. I love finding the biggest tree we can at the tree farm, cutting it down and lugging it home. I love cheesy songs, peppermint flavored things, dogs in Christmas collars, twinkle lights, and Christmas pageants. I’ll admit though, I love it to the point where I often end up limping into the new year. I try too hard, I run too quickly, and I attempt to control way too much.
And so, each year I take another step towards letting go of control and leaning in to the wonder before me instead.
Chocolate Chips
I was standing at my kitchen counter shoving a few chocolate chips into my mouth (and by a few I really mean a complete fist full) while contemplating if I was going to honestly track them in my Weight Watchers app when it occurred to me that chocolate wasn’t the only thing I’ve been consuming numbingly lately.