Favorite moments

wp-1478542669369.jpgYesterday was not a stellar day. I was grumpy. I don’t know why I was grumpy, but I was, and it seems to have carried over into today as well. Then again, today is Monday, and if that’s not reason enough to be a little grumpy, then I don’t know what is.

Anyway.

Yesterday afternoon, we stopped in at Staples while we were out running errands. I could spend a small fortune there, if I had one to spend, but I behaved myself yesterday and confined my purchases to two. One of them I’m already regretting – it’s a file folder, one with multiple pockets for storing lots of things. I bought it to keep Bubbles’ school things in, mementoes of each grade he’s completed. The problem is that I can’t fit everything in it. I can’t even fit all his preschool stuff in it, and it’s not that there’s a lot of it, it’s just big. Really big. His first grade folder alone is probably bigger than the file folder I bought to put it all in.

Maybe I should have invested in a box.

Anyway.

The other thing I bought was a journal. I really don’t need another – I have two or three that I haven’t filled yet at home, plus a whole shelf full of ones I have filled – but this one called to me. It’s called “Favorite Moment a Day” and that’s all there is to it. Each page is lined. There’s room at the top for the date, and then it says, “Today’s Favorite Moment:” with plenty of room to write.

Or at least, there might be plenty of room to write if I’d have printed instead of writing in cursive. People always remark about how small my writing is, but my printing is even smaller than my cursive.

Anyway.

wp-1478543452363.jpgI thought it would be a good purchase because it’s small enough to carry around in my purse, and I want to start looking for the good in each day. If I have a place to write down some of that good, maybe it will start to outweigh the bad I seem to focus on so easily. For instance, despite yesterday’s lack of stellar-ness, I did have a pretty awesome favorite moment.

The boys and I were headed to church when Cricket asked me why God died.

“God didn’t die,” I said. “Jesus died to save us from sin, but God didn’t die.”

“From sin, or from bad guys?” he asked.

“From sin. There are still plenty of bad people in the world.”

“I’ve never seen a bad guy,” Thumper chimed in.

“That’s good,” I said.

“But what if I’m polite to them?” Cricket asked. “Like, if we’re at the grocery store and I’m polite and put their cart away for them, I think they’ll change and stop being bad.”

My heart melted into a big squishy puddle right then. All I could think was, If only it were that simple, my little Cricket.

But then I thought, What if it IS that simple?

I mean, really. What would the world be like if we were all a little kinder to each other? Even if all we did was something as simple as putting away a stranger’s cart at the grocery store, if they passed on that same little kindness to someone else, think how we could change the world. Frightfully wondrous things could happen.

What about you – do you have a favorite moment from your day? Do you keep a journal of them?

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4 thoughts on “Favorite moments

    • Kay Kauffman says:

      Mmm, pasta! That sounds really, really good, actually… 😀

      I still keep handwritten diaries, even though I blog also. There’s just something about watching the words come pouring out of your fingers and onto a page that typing can’t duplicate for me. Plus, you know, there’s all the stuff I don’t feel comfortable sharing online that has to go somewhere. Physical diaries are great for that. 🙂

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