
Tonight Jared made some delicious breadsticks to go with the bag of frozen ravioli that I slaved over. (Ok, ok, he did the ravioli, too.) What can I say? I don't deserve this guy!
Anyway, Emma LOVES his breadsticks, and she wanted to dip them into the marinara sauce like we were. But she would dip her breadstick and lick the sauce off and dip again, never actually
eating the bread. We both tried explaining to her to bite it. It took her a minute, but when she figured it out and took a big bite she started cheering for herself. I mean, she stood up, eyes wide and sparkling, a big grin on her face, arms up in the air.
We laughed and Jared said, "Wouldn't it be great if we were so excited by the little things that we accomplish?"
I've been thinking about that a lot as I watch my girls go through their day. Madelyn claps for herself when she successfully waves or pulls herself up to standing.
Emma does a little dance when she gets her favorite snack or her favorite song comes on.
I want to be more childlike. To be more grateful for everything in my life. To appreciate the day to day achievements in my life. To celebrate the little things.