The evening did not start or end perfectly but there were moments in between that were perfect. And really, isn't that true about life. It is not always perfect; beginnings and endings are usually scary, sometimes sad, and messy but there are moments woven in the middle that are perfect or practically perfect in every way.
I was debating whether or not we should take Warren out in the cold, and was getting testy because Zack couldn't read my mind, (Imagine that!) Warren was crying as we were waiting in line to rent ice skates because he was scared to try, and didn't want to get knocked over. I was nervous and anxious that we had made the wrong choice and were just going to have a crying child all night. I was also disappointed because we did not get that "perfect" family photo, and that I looked different than I pictured in my mind. But in reality, does any of that matter? Will that be what sticks with me in 5 years, 10, 20? Is that what has already stuck with me? No, it's Warren's smile as he sat in the snow resting, hearing myself tell him "you've got this, keep trying, I am so proud that you are trying even though you were scared," hearing him say that he really likes ice skating, that is what has stuck with me. That, and the fact that the little things are just that little things, and that I can enjoy myself even if things are not "picture perfect." Because when is life really picture perfect? When I choose to look at it that way, that's when.
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| Warren's first time on ice skates. |
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| Visiting the Logan Temple after ice skating because we can, and I was hoping for a better family picture. |
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