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Babies and phasers - live long and prosper

Can we just take a minute to bask in Thursday afternoon? Especially when "Thursday" is really "Friday" and it's a long weekend? It's sunny and breezy outside, I don't have to cook any meals for at least 36 hours, and Chris is finally getting his birthday present (more on that in future post!). I had an amazing time checking out the James Webb Space Telescope today (another future post) and my baby is learning to use a phaser (ok, actually it's just the dog's hairbrush, workwithme!).

This week I was struck by this quote, "When a flower doesn't bloom you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower" (Alexander den Heijer). So true. I'm still learning to go easy on myself, to be kind, to be part of the positive environment where my little Zara flower can grow. She is so much of the environment around me - the good part...the good good part. When those self doubt thoughts creep in, her squeaky giggles push them out of the way. When my mind starts racing about my to-do list, she buzzes her lips and waits for me to return the gesture. She's crazy and silly and sweet and careful; Chris and I are so thankful she is part of our little environment - helping us to bloom.

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