Just one thing

Last night, we got out all the Christmas stuff, decorated the tree, and proceeded with what has become the annual reading of Andy's journal entries for Christmases beginning in 2004, which was apparently the year he turned into his father and began recording the details of our thrilling daily lives. Seriously, he could tell you what we ate for dinner for the past five years.

What I always find fascinating about his journal is that it contains a buzillion facts that I forgot five minutes after they happened, but not a single feeling. My journal (if I were disciplined enough to actually keep one) would be filled with memories of joyful moments and hurt feelings. But it would absolutely not occur to me to record what I made for dinner, unless it was this amazing gourmet meal, which has happened maybe twice the entire 15 years we've been married.

But I will tell you one thing: Andy writes every day. He is naturally disciplined in that respect. He has always had goals and ambition, the creativity to make a plan, and the discipline to follow it. And I love that about him.

So today, I'd like to choose just one thing that I can do every day between now and Christmas, in the hopes that it becomes such a part of my routine that I do it every day without a lot of effort. I'm making a commitment to exercise 30 mins. every day. It might just be walking in the neighborhood with the kids, but I'm going to do it.