* The evolution of a novel from first draft to final is amazing. How much more complete it is, rounded, intertwined.
* The accidental perfect turn of phrase–like a moment of brilliance.
* How, even when I think I can’t do it, I can.
* The slowness of the days, cool quiet of the nights.
* That I have kids who want to play outside all day long. And they can.
* The freedom to play, dream, plot, create with my kids.
* That our flower garden, mostly planted from seeds, is starting to hint at being a flower garden rather than just a big patch of weeds.
* That we’ve gone through two kids having surgery (one last week, one 6 years ago) without problems. (But enough already. No more.)
* When I put a bandaid on my kids’ legs or feet, they suddenly can’t walk very well.
* When I put a bandaid on arms or hands, the arm is no longer useful.
* That they are perfectly who they are . . . which is to say not perfect at all.
* This email exchange between Riley (9) and Torin (7):
What are you loving right now?