Little J

I've taken to calling Julie Little J, or LJ, I love it! Although I don't really call Jack Big J...funny how some nicknames stick. The dear girl and I are up at 11:30 pm, she has not taken well to her last round of immunizations so we are waiting for the motrin to kick in and take away this fever. I've had a lot of rocking time today.

I've really been trying the last few days to be more patient, to enjoy my time with my little people more, to be grateful for my days and time with them, let myself be soothed by their sweet little spirits. Crazily enough I feel like I've been more productive in other areas. Maybe because as I've given my kids my undivided attention for more times throughout the day, the moments that I have been doing other things they have been contented and playing better on their own. (Or they are all too tired and strung out on tylenol from being sick themselves that they haven't been able to get into mischief. Hmmm.)

All joking aside I do think it is evidence, once again, of the principle that you choose your own experience. Erika, my sister, blogged about this recently and I really appreciated what she had to say. We all get to choose how we view our life experiences. So, I choose happiness, and peace, and calm and joy. I choose to let go of my own self importance and allow the universe to teach me through my daily experiences. I choose to cherish what is mine, the people, the experiences, the blessings. And tonight one of these is Julie, even while I type this one handed with her in my arms, or maybe even more so because she IS here in my arms. Dear sweet girl.