It's easy to forget sometimes how important the little things are. I get so caught up in getting things done that I forget why I set out to do them in the first place. I am impatient with you over the most trivial of subjects and neglect to teach you about the true blessings of life. I look to God to keep reminding me to "choose the better part" each day, each hour, each minute. You are so important to me. It's not the laundry or the dishes that "need" to get done, it is the learning and growing that come by small things each and every day. This doesn't mean that the dishes don't get done, but that my focus is you, not the housework. Help me remember. Forgive me when I forget.