Nora paints blue a piece of driftwood shaped like a heart, wraps it, and gives it to me today. "Are you crying the tears of joy, Mommy?" Yes.
The nervousness of the first day of class. Thanking God each time I feel it, thanking Him for the chance to grow beyond where I am comfortable into a space filled with His love and the people He has called, is calling.
A fruit bowl placed. An apple eaten. A chore chart and Nora helping herself to her own healthy snack drawer in the fridge. Little things with big repercussions.
Time flying at the Bronco Spur as I prepare.
A gift sent from a friend, something to listen to that will keep my heart focused tonight as I try to sleep.
Preschool teachers with immense patience. Mothers with immense patience.
Teaching Nora the difference between sweet words and sour words. A spoonful of honey. A tiny drop of vinegar, which she spits out immediately. We eat our words, bitter or sweet, as they come from our mouths, leave their taste in another's heart. I see her connect with the idea, and it is put into practice the rest of the day, a day filled with honey.