What Really Matters
It's in these imperfect moments that I fall more in love with my life. My determination to get hot food on the table becomes irrelevant when my son is looking up at me waiting for my eyes to lock with his. It's his way of reminding me of how precious today is.
This is when I stop what I'm doing and maybe let everything boil over or burn. I run to the other room, grab my camera and capture sweet pictures of his sparkling eyes.
He makes me more in love with today, more passionate about what really matters.