Today, I held Claire's hand as she skipped into school, chattering up a storm, with a smile as big as the sun stretching from ear to ear. She loves school, and can't wait to go each morning. I wish that there was some way to bottle Claire's excitement, to save for those teenage years where I expect I will have days that I have to drag her to school. In fact, I wish there was some way to borrow some of that excitement for myself, to save for those days that seem to loom oppressively before me.
It's sad how even the activities we love the most can become boring and routine after a time. The trick is to be an effective rememberer - to allow ourselves to remember again why we love the things we do, the people we hold close, the God we serve. Then - every day can be as fun and exciting as our first day - but we already know where the lunch room is!
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