The moments I live for are not big events, but instead all the little ones that remind me how beautiful life really is.
Day 56: Stay Strong
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A couple weeks ago, on a Saturday night, Ryan and I decided that we would both wake up early the following morning before Samarah was awake and head out to our front porch to read (Ryan), write (me) and sip coffee (both of us).
The morning was so awesome that we continued on with the ritual last Saturday and Sunday morning. We bring the baby gate out and let both dogs come as well. We relax in our rocking chairs (I told you we are approximately 82-years old!), the Great Dane lays at our feet and the little Peekepoo (happy 10th birthday to her today!) runs around sniffing things.
It is the perfect calm and beautiful new way to start my days, and eventually I’d love to make it a 7-days per week ritual.
These are the moments I live for.
Last weekend, Samarah was up early with us (hello Daylight Savings), and the activity she wanted to do was “coley” (= color). You can see it in the image with the jumbo paper pad we bring out for her. But after a short while of coloring with her own crayons, she wanted to use my pen and coley on the notebook I was using. I was working on a blog post at the time (one I have coming about “urban homestead nesting”), but I stopped writing, and I let her sneak into my creative space.
She made me this.
I didn’t think much of it until Monday morning while working, I accidentally flipped to the page. I paused just to remember those moments with Samarah, so innocent and peaceful, and the moments that Ryan and I have now created for our little family of three (well, five with the dogs).
These are the moments I live for.
Fast-forward to Monday night. Our bedtime routine for Samarah is the same every single night. Some nights we do baths, but all nights she brushes her teeth, then we change her, put coconut oil in hair and finally she stands on her changing table. She looks at me, hugs me. Then she looks at Ryan, hugs him. Then she looks back at me, throws her head back and laughs and hugs Ryan again. Then we both get kisses from her, she says, “I go nigh, nigh,” and to bed she goes.
But on Monday night she threw a wrench in the standard routine. Somewhere in between the hugs and kisses, she said, “I yuv you, mama.” Ryan and I about died, and Ryan said, “Well that made your whole month.”
I melted into a million little pieces. “I love you, too, Josephine.” <– I call her this frequently. Josephina is her middle name, Josephine was my grandmother’s name.
I have absolutely, positively hit the point in my life and in mommyhood where these are the moments I live for.
I used to live for bigger and better and faster and “more productive” and more, more, more of anything and everything. I am not sure how it happened, but somehow during these past few months the moments I live for are almost based nothing on what they were before.
I think about how much better life would be for everyone if we all learned to embrace all the little moments in between big events and over-productive lives.
There will always be time for planning of big events and productivity, but we can never get back these little moments, and for me, they are now the moments that matter most.
I live for them.
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