This very well may be the first Sunday I've waded through where I actually enjoyed myself and embraced every single second. This is also the first Sunday in a long, long time where nothing was scheduled, nothing seemed urgent.
I had planned on taking the morning to sleep in and get some much needed rest, and instead awoke a little after 8 to a sleepy faced, smiling husband, and a grunting (yet smiling) squirmy black dog. We stumbled out of bed and Ben made breakfast, something that never happens often enough, but something I've adored since the day we met so many years ago.
I found myself grinning while puttering around the house...washing dishes, straightening rooms, doing laundry. Simple chores that normally find themselves crammed amidst the daily clutter of life were little blessings today, and I found myself enjoying life for the first time in far too long. I planted seeds and tended to the garden. Daydreamed and schemed up ideas for Randi's wedding...candles in canning jars and vintage tea-colored doilies, ocean colors and twinkly white lights.
We walked, my two loves and I, one on a leash, one at my side, and breathed in the spring air. A bit of love must have been mixed in with the pollen because we noted several amorous couples along the way, tucked in on park benches and walking hand in hand along the paths.
I sprawled out in the sunlight this afternoon, soaking in the warmth and taking in little bits of this book, slowly, so that it didn't end too quickly...not before I find myself ready to turn the last page. Snippets of stories from one woman who decided to leave the hustle and bustle of city life and all of its conveniences, replacing it with the wild forests and coastlines of Maine and bare-bones living. I envy such a life change, and long for it most times. But it dawned on me, while I was listening to the wind blowing through the trees and the birds chirping on our quiet, dead-end street, that life is what you make it, and perhaps it's possible for me to live that same simple life right here, where I am, and where I already call home.
Tonight we'll feast on roasted shrimp, mushrooms with a balsamic glaze, and the remainder of last years fiddleheads, and enjoy each other's company. For now, I'll embrace what I have and be grateful for this day, and the peace it brought me.
I had planned on taking the morning to sleep in and get some much needed rest, and instead awoke a little after 8 to a sleepy faced, smiling husband, and a grunting (yet smiling) squirmy black dog. We stumbled out of bed and Ben made breakfast, something that never happens often enough, but something I've adored since the day we met so many years ago.
I found myself grinning while puttering around the house...washing dishes, straightening rooms, doing laundry. Simple chores that normally find themselves crammed amidst the daily clutter of life were little blessings today, and I found myself enjoying life for the first time in far too long. I planted seeds and tended to the garden. Daydreamed and schemed up ideas for Randi's wedding...candles in canning jars and vintage tea-colored doilies, ocean colors and twinkly white lights.
We walked, my two loves and I, one on a leash, one at my side, and breathed in the spring air. A bit of love must have been mixed in with the pollen because we noted several amorous couples along the way, tucked in on park benches and walking hand in hand along the paths.
I sprawled out in the sunlight this afternoon, soaking in the warmth and taking in little bits of this book, slowly, so that it didn't end too quickly...not before I find myself ready to turn the last page. Snippets of stories from one woman who decided to leave the hustle and bustle of city life and all of its conveniences, replacing it with the wild forests and coastlines of Maine and bare-bones living. I envy such a life change, and long for it most times. But it dawned on me, while I was listening to the wind blowing through the trees and the birds chirping on our quiet, dead-end street, that life is what you make it, and perhaps it's possible for me to live that same simple life right here, where I am, and where I already call home.
Tonight we'll feast on roasted shrimp, mushrooms with a balsamic glaze, and the remainder of last years fiddleheads, and enjoy each other's company. For now, I'll embrace what I have and be grateful for this day, and the peace it brought me.
2 comments:
What a great post, it relaxed me just reading it!
What a beautiful day you had! What a beautiful post....Love you....
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