I beat myself up for not getting "things" done today. I didn't unpack boxes. I didn't clean my house. I didn't even make supper (hotdogs and salad doesn't really count). I was determined to judge my day by the domestic things I accomplished. But here is what I did do: I spent time with my kids. I threw routine out the window. We went for a walk, picked up treasures, walked at the pace of an almost two year old. We lived in an unhurried, unhindered manner. And I think those are the days that matter most, in the end.
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