889. Rearranging our front room to create a place for us all to exercise, reiki, relax, read, talk, with a sacred place to write, desk next to the window. Ahhhh.
890. Tears of sadness, prompting me to think more deeply about the why behind the difficulty our family faces with SPD, uncovering the positivity that's begging to surface.
891. The urgency in Emmy's body to dance to whatever beat it encounters, the girl just can't help herself.
892. Having two bins of 4T clothes in the garage that used to be Lily's and will now be Emmy's, just in time for her already outgrowing her size 3T.
893. Watching the delicious Under a Tuscan Sun while sorting said bins last night, dreaming of Italy and waking in a life of risks taken, life and love experienced.
894. Lily and I laughing so hard at each other, faces hurting from smiling so wide, and chests heaving out of breath at a plain old-fashioned game of tag at the park after dinner.
895. Parmesan cauliflower in the oven. Yum, devoured 3/4 of the sheet pan by myself!
896. A warm, comforting embrace in the middle of doing the evening dishes.
897. The healing that bubbles up from my heart while giving thanks.
Emmy's in tune with the earth's music. We need to reconnect to that dance within all of us. It wiggles free the joy locked inside!
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