Launching peeps across the room for my oldest son's physics project. (Can you guess which ones have the greater velocity--the chicks or the bunnies?) I love helping with high school homework. I really do.

Having my "baby" tell me he doesn't want to grow up because he doesn't want to get too big to cuddle.

Finishing a quilt I started before that "baby" was even born. It felt good to finish something again. It will even feel better when I get to hang it--freshly bound, washed and dried, over my front door.

I resolve to cuddle and hug more--even the big kids who shrug it aside. I resolve to finish more quilts. I resolve to make at least one batch of homemade soap before the year is out. (I know. That last one seems like it came out of nowhere. But it's about being a finisher and spending time doing something I love.)