Usually, our weekends can get a little busy. We’re always on our way to our next family adventure. I love it! Every now and then though, it feels so good to just be. It’s a nice change to just take in the day with no expectations, no plans and see what happens. That was how we spent a chunk of our weekend. We took our time waking up on Saturday morning. These days waking up at 8a is called sleeping in. I’ll take it. My husband took our 4 year old to his reading class. I stayed back with our daughter. She’s fighting off a cold so we spent lots of time snuggling. It was so sweet to snuggle up cheek to cheek with her while we watched Yo Gabba Gabba! I love how close we are and how much she and her brother still want to be with their mom and dad. I’ll hold on to this as long as I can.
We eventually made our way to the backyard where the kids splashed in their water table, rode their bikes and raced cars. It was so simple. I sometimes forget how simple things can be and still be good. I forget that every adventure doesn’t need to happen beyond our front door. They only came back in the house for food. As much time as I spend finding things for us to do and places to go, I do appreciate the comforts of home. Between their water table, fleet of vehicles and the bubble machine – I think it’s going to be a great summer. Yes, we’ll still make our way to museums, the beach and fun kid events but we’ll be spending time in our own backyard. We’ll be making discoveries and memories.
On Sunday, I was reminded why these memories are so important. I met a up with a good friend who is dealing with several losses. We talked about how sometimes it seems that we need to be hit with the harsh reality of how short life is before we truly appreciate the moments we are given. That point couldn’t have been driven home more as I went to the memorial service of another friend. She was a friend I’d worked with for close to ten years. She fought a brave battle and eventually lost her fight against breast cancer. As I write this, I still have a hard time believing she’s gone. I think I’m just going to tell myself that we’ve lost touch. That’s the story I’m going with for now because the reality that she’s gone is too much. Cancer is an ugly disease, y’all. It somehow takes some of the best people.
As I figure out how to deal with this loss, I am reminded again, how short life is. I am even more grateful for the time spent in my small backyard with my babies crawling all over me and each other. I’m beyond thankful for the small, everyday moments I have with my little family. It’s these good, small moments that build a great life. A life that I am so embracing with arms wide open.
I lost a friend. I’m in denial. In the meantime, I’m holding my family a little tighter. Life is hard and it’s beautiful at the same time.
Be blessed, y’all.