Our lives are made up of ordinary days. I love vacations and time to play and do big out of the ordinary things with my kiddo. But our life is created in the everyday. Ordinary mornings. Ordinary moments. Ordinary clothes on ordinary people. And in those ordinary moments I want her to feel so many things. Love. Hope. Joy. Purpose. I want her to know that each day we have a chance to do something to make a difference. Even if it’s a small thing, like putting a note in a lunchbox. Those small things add up.
When she is grown and gone, I want her to know without question how loved she is. How loved she was and how loved she will always be. I want to build that in her with notes and hugs and kisses (even when she says ewwww). A couple of nights ago, I told her I love her before bed. She responded, “I know that already. You don’t have to tell me a bazillion times.” I took a breath. Then I asked, do I say it too much?
She paused and answered. “No.”