Still Moments, Little Miracles

One habit that brings me joy is laying still with my 5-year-old daughter and just observing her tactics. Whether she’s whispering imaginary plans, testing out her latest “grown-up” logic, or dramatically negotiating for an extra bedtime story, I get a front-row seat to her blooming personality. In those quiet, unhurried moments, I’m not correcting, teaching, or rushing—I’m simply watching her world unfold. Her expressions, her curiosity, her little strategies for navigating life—they make me smile from the inside out. It’s our own kind of stillness, sacred and sweet, where time pauses and love speaks without words.