So today, while Mom was busy making raspberry jam, my son and I were baking pancakes again. We'd already made quite a few, but honestly, when I got to the very last bit of batter, my patience was just completely gone. I was seriously about to just dump it.
But then this thought suddenly hit me: What if *this* small amount of batter was waiting for its own special moment? Why was I going to deny it that chance? And you know, doesn't the same thing happen in our lives sometimes?

Tech without soul is just noise. I’m all about balance

a good example! the best things really happen when you least expect them