Do you ever worry you are not creating enough good memories with the people you love? I do: I wonder if my time with my kids is rich enough, or special enough. Wonder if I am intentional enough in cultivating friendships and sustaining bonds with my husband.
And yet, sometimes, I think we worry too much.
Can I tell you a story about why?
My brother Steve drove me to ballet practice once. “Once” meaning exactly one time.
I was ten; he was seventeen. Our mom couldn’t take me for some reason, so that morning, she told me Steve would pick me up from school in his little white pickup and drive the length of Tucson to drop me off at class.
I was about as shocked by this news as if she’d told me a space alien, a movie-star, or a complete stranger would drive me.
I’m over at The Mudroom today, sharing a story about the awesome resilience of love. Won’t you join me?
The Law of Conservation of Willpower