This Morning

This morning I am thinking about my wife.

It’s not surprising, I think about my wife all the time: she is always worth thinking about. Everything with her is worth the doing: she is worth seeing all the time, in her beauty and grace and her sweetness; she is worth talking to all the time, in her intelligence and her humor and her generosity; she is worth holding all the time, and supporting all the time, and relying on all the time. She is worth all my time. She is worth all.

Today is our 15th wedding anniversary, though we had been together for almost ten years before we got married. I am excited to give her her present, and eager to get about our day’s activities — I highly recommend to teachers to have celebratory occasions during regular vacations — and so I’m not going to spend any more time writing this.

I wish you all love and joy and perfection. I go to enjoy mine.

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This Morning

This morning I had a blog idea that didn’t work. It was taking too long, and I wasn’t even sure of the point I was trying to make. So I’m scrapping it, and thinking about how you have to be willing to spend time and effort on failure. Not every idea is the best one, is the right one, but if you wait around for the perfect idea to come to you, you’ll be waiting forever, because perfection needs to be built, not discovered. And when you try something that doesn’t lead to perfection, especially if you see the path ahead before it’s finished, then you have to get off that path and try something else.

I’m also thinking about how yesterday I was listening to this song, and making matching friendship bracelets, and I wonder if this year’s Daylight Savings Time adjustment actually set the clock back to 1990.