1. I'm watching my friends lean into it, listening and ready and responding.
2. Today, I put a taco filling recipe in the crock pot this morning and wanting to go back and eat another 5 pounds of it right now. Is there anything a crock pot can't make delicious? Should everything be slow cooked? Is there a relationship between slowness and memory and taste? Is this simply what happens when we savor the moment, the moment that took 7 hours on low to get here? Mmmhmmm.
3. We found a National Geographic planetarium thing at Et. Cetera and waiting patiently for the sun to go down so Nora and I could turn off all the lights in her room and talk about the stories people made up about the stars. Nora: "And that one is Saturn, and like the rings. And I think that other one might be God. You know. You can tell by the size and shape."
4. I'm encouraging Nora to go to church with me tomorrow. We've been having a real problem getting there without a struggle and then being there without Nora talking louder than Pastor does. I remember once taking Nora to ride ponies, and she said after a turn around the yard, "Can I go again?" And I said, "I don't know. What does the pony think?" And the man holding the reigns said, "Usually, we don't consult the pony about those kinds of decisions." I think every parent struggles with the balance between getting a kid's input on decisions and simply laying it down and saying, "This is how we do it." I don't think church is optional, but I'm not sure how to keep the morning peaceful. If you've ever taken a younger person to church with you, you know what I'm talking about. It's stressful. I need creative ideas for how to make it easy on both of us. I can tell you that I need church. I need to be in a room with people who are singing songs to God, taking time to be present, to occupy that holy space in peace, in love, in forgiveness.
5. It's already 11 PM, but I think I'm going to watch a movie anyway...it's all just an empty excuse to eat popcorn, actually. Or cheese. Or taco filling.