— Who loves you?
One of my friends has a nightly ritual with both of her daughters. They are six and four, both completely precious. Every night, after reading to them, my friend says these final words before they go to sleep:
“Who loves you?”
Then both girls go through this litany of naming who loves them — parents, grandparents, teachers, and friends. Sometimes the stuffed animals get named too.
I wonder who might be in your list.
— How can you build a rhythm to remind yourself intentionally of this love?
–Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 