1. This weekend is chalk full of fun plans and I’m so excited I can’t event stand it. Time with friends, time with my husband and kids, time for eating deliciousness. Ahh. December, you wiley old dog you. You know I’m a sucker for all things festive and fun!
2. The other day, the boys were watching a Christmas themed Veggie Tales movie while I was making dinner. I looked up to see Theo, staring at the screen in disbelief, palms up in shock. “Wait. You mean Christmas ISN’T ABOUT GETTING TOYS?”
He was so serious. SO. Mad. I died.
His shock and disbelief had me rolling. I didn’t even know what to say. Well played, Veggie Tales, well played.
3. I made a really good veggie barley soup the other night, with loads of hearty goodness and herbs and red pepper flakes. At the very end, right before I served it, I poured in a little bit of balsamic vinegar. It really deepened the flavors and added a lovely zip to the broth. Go ahead…try it! You’ll like it.
4. I’m having a terrible time coming up with gift ideas for my husband. He is an incredible human being who deserves the moon, but since I can’t buy him that trans-am he wants, I’m struggling to come up with something that expresses how awesome I think he is and doesn’t cost five million dollars. Any ideas out there? Anything? Bueller?
5. A friend and I went to a hot power yoga class together last night and then celebrated our survival by hitting up Starbucks afterwards. We sat in my van, talking about life and motherhood and how it can be so hard yet we wouldn’t change anything for the world.
“What we do, matters,” she said.
It does, I agreed. It matters even when it feels like it doesn’t.
And then we went on to swap stories of the special ways that people have encouraged us since becoming moms. We told stories of random acts of kindness by people we know, and inspiring words from total strangers.
Woven throughout our stories was this common thread – people who see us and the work we are doing and are willing to call it out as something that matters.
We all just want to belong and matter and feel like what we are doing is worth the work and the blood and the sweat and the tears. All of us.
I’m so grateful for the people who have entered my journey either for a season or for a moment and have spoken such encouragement over me. It inspires me to keep going, yes, but it also inspires me to be that person for someone else. We may not be able to physically lift other’s burdens, but boy do we have the power to mentally and emotionally lighten the load through nothing more than offering our words of encouragement.
Happy Friday, all you sweet things. May your coming days be merry and bright.