Here is just a small small sampling of some passages I've underlined... and below a few photos of Nina and I being silly (remember this post I wrote about getting in the picture)? :)
Your success as a family, our success as a society, depends not on what happens in the White House, what on what happens in YOUR house. - Barbara Bush
I needed to flip my thought process and recognize that my love for my children and family was in fact the reason for all these tasks. - pg 25
Every way we love our children teaches them how to love others. - pg 37
Until we come face to face with circumstances that challenge our patience, it remains untried, untested, and underdeveloped. Patience is a process. It is discovered as we use it, much like a muscle. Overloading a muscle will stimulate the adaptive process of the body. Just as that muscle will eventually be able to cope with the new demands places on it, we too find ways to cope with certain life situations, but not until the load presents itself. - pg 48
In an age when everything is instant--from communication and meals to ordering anything you want with a single click, no one is used to waiting--including me. Waiting has become a lost art. And teaching this to our children is most effective when they see it first in us. - pg 51
When we compare, we often see others at their best and ourselves at our worst. - pg 73
I know that it is possible to be with my children all day, and then look back and realize I didn't actually spend any time with them. I didn't look in their eyes, I didn't really see them. To be present in body is not the same as being present in mind and heart. - pg 93
When you are exasperated by interruptions, try to remember that their very frequency may indicate the valuableness of your life. Only the people who are full of help and strength are burdened by other people's needs. The interruptions which we chafe at are the credentials of our indispensability. The greatest condemnation that anybody could incur--and it is a danger to guard against-- is to be so independent, so unhelpful, that nobody ever interrupts us and we are left comfortably alone. - pg 241
