Hello there, friend,
Your post yesterday makes me think of one of my favorite quotes: "People will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." I think about that so much when relating to my kids. At the end of the day, no matter what kind of day we had, I want to put my arms around them and tell them I love them just because they are who they are.
It's so much more important than perfection, like you said. When they say that perfect is the enemy of good, they're not kidding. Striving for perfection makes us miss the good in front of us. That describes some of what I've been going through this week, always asking how I can make things better instead of being grateful for what I have and for what is.
Today I am grateful for morning's new mercies, for sunshine and rain, for do-overs, for little hands combing my hair absentmindedly, for yoga class, for heartfelt conversations, for a million freckles on one sweet little face, and for knowing that I am wholly loved, not just by the people I share my home with, but by the one who created us all.