...I remember that before there were any kids there was "us",
that white wine in a chilled glass, low lights, and flickering candles can do a lot for me,
that dinner without color crayons, spilled drinks and french fries is better.
Every now and then we are alone long enough and I remember just how much I love Carl, how much he makes me laugh crazy.
I wish I was reminded more often.
...what I liked best about my weekend.
It could've been all the beautiful things that I saw while shopping. (Pottery Barn above, REI below)
Everything was all glittery and sparkly!
The "laughing until you snort, pee, or quit breathing" was good too!
Or perhaps the thing I like best about this weekend was that I got approx. 95% of my shopping done. Don't be fooled, still lots to make- but the buying is mostly done.
We all did pretty well, can't you tell? Not sure if we would've been able to fit one more bag into the Xterra we were driving. (what am I saying? there is always room for more bags! jenny was perfectly comfortable riding that way home)
Dinner was definitely a highlight. A little wine and WAAAAYY too much food. Never fear, there is always room for Burnt Cream.
As good as dinner was, the company was even better. This was most likely the best part!
(we all have a dinner mint tucked in our cheeks)
A lovely weekend, it was all the best...especially returning back home to my favorite faces and lots of small (and big) arms wrapped around me. It's good to be missed.
Hope your week is off to a great start. Thank you for all the advent garland love!
The days seem to be picking up speed. And as they seem to pass by more quickly, my "to do" list seems to be growing. After the kids went to bed yesterday evening, I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. You know, when you would like to sit down and read the newspaper or sip a little tea and relax- but instead, you clock in for the "night shift". Last minute laundry before the next day. Readying the lunch boxes and the coffee pot for the morning to come. Picking up toys, lots of picking up. Cleaning out the car from the day's journey. Loading the dishwasher with dinner dishes. There is something a bit satisfying about doing work that doesn't get undone in the next minute (because all the undoers are sleeping). But also, it can be a bit lonely.
As I was organizing backpacks with necessary items for the next day and fretting about all the tasks that still lied ahead of me- I found this paper tucked inside Emma's pack.
Can you read it? It says Peace is _______. Her idea of peace was "being". It made me stop and think. I wonder where she learned that? I certainly am not a very good example. What a profound thought coming from a sweet little 6 year old. She unknowingly blessed me in that moment. I have much to learn from her.
Hope that you have a little "being" in your day today.