So many times this weekend I've been aware of the innocense and confidence of my little boy. His answers to life's questions aren't yet tainted with confusion or self-reflection. Self-esteem is high for this six-year-old, and I can learn a lot by the way he lives out-loud.
Practically every moment I was aware of how I couldn't freeze time, yet I found myself wanting to be like the cartoons I watched as a child where the frame would freeze - everyone would stay in the same position for a bit. During this weekend I wanted to quickly jot down what my little peanut-butter had just said, and freeze the moment; put it in a jar to be savored for later.
But I couldn't. And that's one of the mysteries of living-in-the-moment that I have been more aware of.
I can't contain all of life's joys. I can't savor it for later. I can't perfectly see and feel it all. I won't be able to re-live these days and I will forget much of them. It is in this awareness that I am learning to surrender the attempts to perfectly savor, and instead just allowing myself to enjoy - live in joy - each moment as they come.
The freedom to just live...releasing control of remembering every single detail...this is what I am thankful for today.