Awe, I just had a sweet one come up-
my daughter was in the dining room, picked up a jar of money and said we should donate it-
the jar, now dusty, was what I labeled our "learning to be loving" jar, my version of a swear jar,
and I had to reflect that it was really progress that we weren't using it anymore.
(Also a good reminder to me to keep watching my mouth!)
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