Do you ever have those times in your life where you have a few days in a row where nothing really special happens and yet everything that happened was special somehow? I mean, I’m not talking about winning the lottery or having a fancy night out with your husband. I’m talking about moment upon moment where you can’t help but realize that your life is really, really great. That you are just so incredibly lucky.
I guess that is our life lately. This past week, I was reminded on almost an hourly basis that things are pretty great. That my life is full of amazing people, and those people fill my story with all this goodness, you know? It’s funny, the dichotomy, though. Mike and I are in the process of trying to figure out some big *life* stuff, and that can feel so heavy. So draining. But in the midst of all this wondering and worrying and stressing and trying-to-figure out-ing, there is also all these people and experiences that draw into focus what matters.
This Valentine’s Day Date Night
Act one: The budget crisis of 2016 continues, but I believe that it’s important to celebrate life and love. If you can’t celebrate the good things, you won’t have the strength to get through the tough things. So although it used some creativity, we had ourselves a lovely Valentine’s date. We each scored a free burrito coupon from Chipotle earlier that week, so our date started with a free veggie bowl for me, and a free chicken burrito for him. We sat in front of a window and enjoyed watching the snow start to fall…and fall…and fall…(We had no idea how much snow we were in for that night!)
Act two: After dinner, we headed to a cafe where our friend was giving a free show. Gretchen is incredibly talented and getting ready to release a new album. Her beautiful lyrics and melodic voice and guitar playing were the perfect accompaniment to the snow falling outside. It might have been cold and blustery outside, but it was warm and cozy where we were!
Check out Gretchen’s official album trailer here. This song is one of my favorites. Gretchen told me the photographs in this video were taken from the Library of Congress. I love it!
Act three: I woke up the next morning to breakfast in bed. It was delicious and I was really touched by the gesture. It’s funny. I told Mike the night before that I would love breakfast in bed the next morning, and that’s exactly what he did. I used to get so bent out of shape when we first got married that Mike didn’t “just know” what I wanted. It’s taken me years to realize that I have to verbalize my thoughts, feelings, and desires. As much as we want them to be, husbands are not clairvoyant. They are just as confused about what we want as we can sometimes be. Instead, I’ve learned to be honest about what I want, and then grateful when Mike responds by meeting those needs. I don’t get caught up in how he should just know, or worse, getting mad that he did the exact thing that I asked for. I’m simply grateful for a husband who wants to know what speaks love to me, and then does his best to do those things every chance he gets.
Act four: We did some yoga together. I love doing normal, every day life things with my husband.
This New Hairstyle
My friend Sheila is so great. She reads this blog and and is so incredibly supportive and we have the best conversations. We had a play date last week that, although short, was just plain encouraging. And fun. And helpful! She gave me a new hairstyle to try so I looked up a few hair tutorials on YouTube, found one that made sense to me, and gave it a go for my date with Mike. What do you think?!? I felt very sophisticated.
This Trip to Lowes
Mike and I have plans to create a bedroom in our basement for us, so that Bea can have our room someday. We are a long way off from getting this project off the ground, but we spent some time in Lowes looking at supplies, formulating a game plan, and dreaming. I can’t wait for our little love nest to be complete. But I told Mike he can’t make it too romantic. We are going to have to keep our wits about us, if you know what I mean. Because if there is one thing that a trip to Lowes with our three kids ages four and under taught me, is that three is a lot.
This “New” Vintage Coat
I found this coat in a local vintage shop. It’s label revealed that it originally came from a women’s dress shop that opened in Wooster in 1930 and closed in 2002. Not only is this coat a perfect blend of lady-like style and vintage fabulous, I love owning a little piece of local history. Not to mention that green in so just so fantastic.
This Valentine’s Day Dinner
We had our family Valentine’s Day dinner on Sunday. Of course, Theo wouldn’t eat anything that I made. Long after we all finished our meals and left the table, there he remained – sitting there, stubbornly refusing to eat. (And having the audacity to ask for candy. CANDY, I tell you!) But these little celebrations that we do together, although imperfect, are really special to me. We are building a foundation of celebrating life together. And if there is one thing I want my kids to know, it’s that life is a gift worth celebrating. That it doesn’t have to be perfect to be good. And that just because things might be hard from time to time does’t mean that something is wrong. So we celebrated, and when I saw my little, stubborn sweetie still holding out at the table, I snapped a photo and went over to give him a hug. Because even though he isn’t perfect, he is still so good. And even though he might be hard from time to time, it doesn’t mean there is anything wrong.
This Tender Heart
I had just finished feeding Bea, and Oliver asked to hold her. I placed Bea on Oliver’s lap and knelt down beside the chair. For the next five minutes, I watched my sweet little guy hold his baby sister – chatting to her, smooching on her, and then, reaching for her hand and praying with her. Mostly it was just “Dear God, digga digga digga baby seeester, amen.” But still. So sweet. (That bink tho.)
This. Just. This.
Two words: BABY, TIGHTS.
This Snowy Walk
I’ll just leave you with this, today. Me and my guys. Out for a walk to go visit friends. This is most definitely not the big, flashy, exotic life I envisioned I’d be living. Mary Oliver asked her reader what he planned to do with “your one wild and precious life.” And you know what? I’m keeping mine wild and precious. I might not be jet setting around the globe anytime soon, but I’m doing something a little more unconventional than that. I’m living a life that makes room for the wild. The precious. The wonderful.