Just a glimpse…
My Preface to Monday…
Category: gratitude
My Minimal May…
Fear of change… Change the fear…
I was chatting with my sister Jennie this morning, about how quickly things change. How quickly her plans to stay home all summer became an entirely different plan involving the east coast, traveling with her kids and Independence Day. To a more tragic tune is how quickly so many in Joplin (and other areas) went from a normal Sunday afternoon to mass devastation.
My friday trip to buy bread led us to the path of moving.
After the details were (mostly) ironed out, Chw’s greatest affliction- the fear- set in. There is so much pressure heaped upon the shoulders of a man. Thankfully I’ve been his wife for the better part of seventeen years and I knew this tide of fear would come in.
The tide always comes rises…
When he confessed to me, today, his fears- I was ready.
In complete seriousness he exclaimed that this bad feeling he had was stronger than any bad feeling he’s ever had. It’s not like any other time before, he assured me. Finally, after he’d exhaled all of his worries and the pressures behind his worries he told me that he just didn’t know if it was a good decision.
“in your bad feeling, do you feel fear?”
Yes, a lot of fear. he exclaimed, before back tracking a little bit. He knew where I was headed…
“If your bad feeling, this dooming certainty had no traces of fear than I’d be more inclined to trust it as a premonition or sign from God. God doesn’t speak to us through fear though, and so I’m pretty sure we’re ok to move forward. What do you think?
And really, in six weeks when we’re settled into the house and all of the work is behind us- he’ll feel no inkling of that sickening fear. Usually I’m the one who struggles more with the change but not this time. :) Hopefully Chw can say the same too because that’s a pretty miserable seat to sit in…
So, we move forward… I’m excited to take on this new project, and this new journey, complete with pictures. It’s NOTHING like we thought our summer would kick off- but we are ok with that…
La Vie En rose…
If I were to pick my favorite meal of the day, I would choose brunch.
In fact, brunch sort of umbrellas a lot of things:
– favorite thing for my husband to make.
– favorite date.
– favorite thing to make, in the kitchen, with my husband.
– favorite _______…
– favorite ….
A few weeks ago my husband and I had the rare opportunity to venture out and try a local brunch place, just the two of us. {That alone was divine…}
We opted for a French-American place in the lower level of the hotel we honeymooned in some seventeen years ago.
I had their incredible classic french toast and the BEST Chai latte I’ve ever had…
Chw had biscuits and gravy (eh…) and the most delectable hash browns on the entire planet.
Over all, MAJOR brunch success…
So much so, that I had to share just a couple of shots. Please forgive the fact that i was so enamored with the one on one brunch time with my husband that I forgot to shap photos of the food…
What is your favorite date thing to do?
It was all about me, after all…
Sometimes I whine too much… Sometimes I can become that horrible woman who complains far too excessively that I fail to see the beautiful blessing before my own face due to the obesity of my self inflicted misery.
Though not always, sometimes days like holidays where I am “supposed” to be the focus, (i.e. birthdays and Mother’s Day) and days where I am miserably sick are days that fit that description.
I’m not proud.
When I woke up horribly sick on Thursday morning, (Thank you, broncial flu-like misery who has taken up residence in my body!) I was determined not to let this weekend fall victim to my stupidity. I sucked it up and behaved well (although increasingly sicker) throughout my husband’s birthday festivities over the weekend. I spent time genuinely laughing with my beautiful daughters, husband and our friends.
It was nice…
By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around though, my fever had spiked and it was clear that I was not doing myself any favors by pretending I was absolutely fine. My pity party train arrived and I was sad that Mother’s day would be a total bust…
But it wasn’t!
Plans were changed to accommodate my homebound state and my family pulled off what may be my most fabuslous Mother’s day ever…
Amazing crepes, for breakfast, with both girls and Chw. It was perfect…
Genny created an “at home” day spa for me, complete with Ambient spa music, low lighting and gentle speaking. She presented me with a “menu” of services to choose from. Her menu included never ending cups of steaming tea, fruit skewers, yogurt dip and chocolates.
I chose a Eucalyptus and Green tea hand soak and manicure, A milk and honey foot soak and pedicure and a half hour peaches and cream facial. Divine…
I also got the most amazing cards… Being a word girl, i have a soft spot for cards and all three of my kinds managed to find the BEST cards. Each one specifically spoke of things which seemed to be just in reference to our relationships… Very moving and lovely words, both the pre-printed and the hand written. (and they all three picked out blue floral cards, which is pretty funny. The pink one is from my husband…)
Added bonus was, it was Sunday so I got to skype with Lucas! It does my heart so good to see that boy’s face. Makes the miles between Idaho and Germany feel somehow smaller.
My husband brought me two dozen roses and also gave me some hair products i’ve been wanting (to go along with the “pampered” theme, chinese take out for dinner and entertained me with Glee Karaoke, which was super fun. Over all, though i’m not feeling any better- my heart is feeling so full and blessed by my beautiful family. I truly am a “simplicity” and quality time girl, and my family really made me feel loved and appreciated…
I guess, in a way, I also gave myself that gift by not allowing my miserable moments to overcloud my life vision.
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