Really, really connect. That is the goal in this family life of ours. Only sometimes I tend to forget the importance of it and I bury my head in a book or a magazine when I should be looking at my husband or my kids. I answer the phone when I should instead let it ring and be where I’m at and with whom I’m with. I wait too long to depart and then our departure is hurried and, ack, unkind. I plan too much or talk to too many and then we don’t see each other even if we are together.

It doesn’t happen often but it’s been happening this week.

So, my goal this weekend is to focus on the connection, on the people in my own home, on the eye contact and the holding and the hugging and the talking and the playing and the loving and the looking and the just being together.

To connect.