I'm not sure about new year resolutions this time round... but I am confident on the power of intention.
This year we decided on making choices to create more family time, more fun, more memory making. We made a list of 25 things to do as a family, and we've ticked our way through it, and created more memories along the way.
So with that intention in mind, I decided to make this last day of 2013 the essence of the best of our year. With a healthy dose of gratitude, sunshine, reflection and nurture added in.
Tomorrow we will step into our day slowly. I will be gentle on myself, and honour where I'm at on this day. I will give thanks for new beginnings, lessons learnt and memories waiting to be created. I will savour the day's moments and embrace our time together.
xx
Do you do new year resolutions? And will you set an intention for the first day of the new year?
{I've chosen "one word" to focus on this year - and look forward to linking it up with Maxabella tomorrow x}
I've missed so many moments this week.
Instead of savouring them, I've rushed them and willed hours to pass.
Not mindful {and not very me} at all.
I've felt exhausted and most days looked forward to two moments in particular {when I have finished cooking dinner and when my head first rests on the pillow}.
But yesterday I woke and felt so grateful for a new day.
I looked to the sky all cloudy and grey but still the day felt bright and new.
And wondrous too. Worth celebrating. And so we did.
We {intentionally} filled our day with laughter, loads of play time and dancing. We read books chosen by miss one at the library {one of our favorite places} and went on a coffee date {make that a chai latte plus two babycinos}.
I made both my girls laugh hysterically {more than twice} and got caught up in that moment where you can't help but laugh too.
That night I went to bed hearing these words from my little miss three: "Mummy, I love you so much every day."
And I gave thanks for a day that was wonder-full.
xx
{Just like last week I'm grateful I turned this week around. But mostly I'm grateful for the power of intention and our ability and freedom to choose to create wonder-filled days. And spontaneous I love yous. Elisa x}
~ Linking with Maxabella for Kidspot's 52 Weeks of Grateful.
What are you most grateful for this week?
Each morning when I rise before the sun does at my little girl's insistence, I look outside {with tired and hazy eyes} at the dark still-night sky wondering what the day will bring.
And once miss two is sitting snug and rugged up on her little couch with a requested buffet of yoghurt, toast, cereal and milk by her side {all of which she demolishes} I take another peek at the sky.
And I can see the day coming now, the air is not so thick anymore and I can make out the grass and outlines of trees. But I can't see the sky - it's still glowing a darkest shade of night blue {as though lingering in night-time dreams while waiting for the sun to wake}.
And I feel a little the same {my body is waking up and moving around while my mind stays mesmerised in a dream of sleep}.
And as I make my breakfast and listen out for a baby's cries, I keep glancing out the window and watching the sky {gentle and calm, waking at it's on pace at the rhythm of the universe}. And for a few moments I try to remember what that feels like {waking spontaneously, gently, when my body sees fit}...
And then I begin scribbling and adjusting a list of things to do for the day, all the while spooning mouthfuls of cereal and negotiating a little girl who wants to eat my breakfast too. I look outside at a sky that's getting brighter, but still waiting for the day.
And then I hear my baby wake with a stir and a little cry that says cuddle me, hold me tight, feed me, kiss me, love me now {and effortlessly with joy and gratitude that's what I do}.
And scooped up into my arms in a morning dance, I kiss her tiny cherub face, and listen for the little feet that will be close behind calling out for "my turn".
And then the three of us skip down the hallway {with a baby on my hip, and a two year old's hand holding my fingers tight} ready to begin our day.
And then I notice the air outside is clear, the sky is awake and the day is here.
And I wonder where those moments before the day woke went, and when the time will come that I will watch the sky wake itself up in full {not in fleeting moments and in stolen glances through the window}.
And I wonder when the time will come that all three of us will skip outside {and hold each other tight} to watch the night sky dance with the new day.
And I wonder when the time will come that I will wake up to a sky that is already dancing to a new day.
Elisa xx
Are you up before the sun? And do you ever watch the sunrise?
