
We drove in the van listening to the kids watching a Veggie Tales DVD that they've seen many times before. And about every 5 seconds or so, Alyssa would say, "I love this part!" I lost count around the 23rd time. Kids find familiarity so comforting, don't they? The same movie. The same book. The same routine. How can I be that way? Why can they find it so wonderful and I find it boring?
I struggle with looking forward to the next phase in life, so much so that I don't always look about at my favorite parts of whats happening right now. I'd like to get good at appreciating the Now, so one day, I don't look back and realize that I missed my favorite part!



