We woke at 5:45 to see the “hot bawoons”. After packing snacks, blankets, coffee & the little my heart sank to hear of the wind. That there would be no lift off. No balloons. No magical morning. So left without seeing any sore into the sky. My heart cried as I thought of all he was missing while his remained unaware.
I’m learning to let go of my expectations of adventures. Of perfect. The only one defining the failure of that perfect adventure is me. In his eyes every experience is bursting with excitement. Is new. Is amazing. He cannot wait to explore this world while the only heart grumbling is often mine.
So I pray oh Lord to have eyes of his. To see all the wonders I often miss. To smile wide with joyous praise of every day so sweetly given. For a heart to celebrate the intentional moments rather than the check marks on a list.
Today we woke up at 5:45am to see the “hot bawoons”. Only one was filled yet tied to the ground. And as I stated at him with all those expectations I saw his eyes so filled with wonder and realized it was not perfect…but it was magical.