I love the bowl of apples in my kitchen.
I love the ripple of a hand, a foot a bottom or whatever part I can see move across my belly.
I love the new journal and frappacino coupon I got at Barnes and Noble.
I love the scent of my pumpkin-apple candle.
I love my husband who willingly helped tidy our house before his trip so I came home to a peaceful place of rest this evening.
I love that when one of my goofy little second grade boys was caught sitting in my teacher chair, we both shared a laugh as I playfully reprimanded him instead of bursting with actual frustration.
I love playing “silent Simon Says” in the hallway before music class, making up silly motions to capture the giggles of a bunch of 8 year olds.
I love the furiosity of focus from both my line leader and another student to earn their line up points.
I love the silent intensity with which 20 something pencils pop into the air after Rocket Math.
I love listening to predictions and wonderings as we read Superkids or Frog and Toad.
While so much of me was so wearied by what not to like about today, I am reminded of a few small things to love.