Month: January 2013
Sunday brunch wisdoms…
There is a unique little bistro that our family adores, be it a date night, random family meal out or their extraordinary Sunday brunch. It’s our go-to special occasion eatery, (they are our absolute favorite street vendor during food truck rallies as well, so you could say we’re pretty loyal.)
We don’t make it every Sunday, or most Sundays for that matter, but when we do it always serves to be a memorable experience… Like the time our waiter insisted on giving our twelve year old daughter a glass of champagne to try, despite our urging that she was under age. (he did not believe us.)
Our focus, this weekend, was that of trying to spend quality time together. It seemed fitting (and we had a really great coupon, too) to head to brunch after church. Their menu changes every week, (except for the most amazing bacon on the planet. That never changes.) and after we familiarized ourselves with what was offered, we settled into a rhythm of conversation laced with random bits of people observation.
During our wait to find a table we’d sat near an Asian foreign exchange student his host family. The boy (14) was drawn to Genny almost instantly and his attention both embarrassed and stressed her out a bit. He was adorable and he obviously thought Genny was as well, which was sweet. Though she liked his attention, there was another boy around the same age that Genny felt drawn to. That boy, incidentally, did not give Gen the time of day.
All in all, it was a nice brunch, complete with delicious food and memories, but the parallels to every day life struck me. We often focus our attentions on things that simply don’t care about us, (television, internet, facebook, toxic people) while other bits of our life are staring sweetly at us- begging us to return their admiration. It all sounds so middle school and trite when lumped into the category of 13 & 14 year olds at a brunch bistro- but really it’s everywhere. It’s the beat with which our lives seem to function, distractions vs. reality.
Here’s to a week of like the boys who give us the time of day, and loving the ones here because they love us, while looking past the distractions for a change.
Escape…
That’s totally me.
I am exhausted. I need a vacation… We were in the process of planning a weekend with friends, in a beach house, for my birthday. The opportunity had come up and my soul screamed “YES!!!” {of course, whenever the ocean is involved, my soul screams yes.}
Unfortunately, my birthday (this year) had the nerve of planting itself around Easter weekend and so, alas, the beach plans {at least for 9 weeks from now} are dead and gone.
My amazing husband dreams of sending me on a day at the spa, getting pampered and such. It’s a sweet thought though, truth be told, I’d fall asleep and miss it all and then hate myself all the more when I knew what he’d spent on such a luxury. Truthfully, I just want to pack my kindle, my Teavana pot and head to the coast. I’d love a few days of peace, where no one needed me to be anything for them. I’d love to read other people’s stories and face plant myself in the ocean every few hours, or so. On the way home i would stop in a stationary store to pick out a new set of note cards to make my weekend, and drop in to IKEA to pick out some new curtains.
THAT sounds perfect…
Someday! I’ll call it a writing sabbatical, when really it will be a major mental health moment mixed with the longest nap I’ve ever taken. For now, I’ll pop a melatonin and cross my fingers for 8 solid hours of ocean side dreams and baby elephant like face plants in the sea. :)
Wonder…
It’s a pretty miraculous thing to wake up to a world that looks as lovely and perfect as I did this morning. Despite the anticipation I help for this fresh, new year, we have hurt happening in our family and it’s hard to watch- hard to handle. Dark nights lead to overcast mornings, where the emotion of fog, here at home, makes breathing and peace so difficult to grab for.
And then, then this morning kisses me hello and i see the world has gone and become bright and breathtakingly beautiful, while i sat wrapped in my worry and misery- alone. I wake to see branches wrapped in glimmer, shards of sunlight blinding me as I take it all in.
And I wake, again. More. Wake to the world, wake to the moment, wake from the fog and the sadness.
There is magic, of sorts, in this winter wonderland shining around us. It was hard to miss, vibrant and blinding- but the beautiful magic is always going to be there really. In some way, at least. In the hummingbird outside the window- in the slow crawl to stand of a sweet little baby. Wonder surrounds us every second of every day. Obviously, these first weeks of 2013 I’ve just not been trying to notice- so today it took away my option.
It only takes one…















