Today's not-so-favorite moments included . . .
. . . being startled by the sound of a light-bulb shattering in our bedroom ceiling fan. Shards of glass landed all over our floor. I've never even heard of that happening.
Today's favorite moments included . . .
. . . Daniel reminding me to read with him before bedtime. I'm glad he's taken to reading so much. Joy isn't loving The Silver Chair, though. I convinced her to stick with it as far as Puddleglum, but she's decided to throw in the Narnian towel and try a Boxcar Children book instead. Can't say I blame her--The Silver Chair was never my favorite among the Narnian Chronicles.
. . . waking up from a dream with a great sense of relief. I dreamed that I had died, and I fervently wished I'd spent more time and energy nurturing my kids. I haven't been a rotten, neglectful mother, but I wished I had done more to help them lay the foundation they'll need for the challenges they'll face in life. I then woke up and was grateful to find my wish granted. I've tried to spend more time encouraging and playing with my children today. There's nothing like a near-death experience (even in a dream) to put life in perspective.