B and I close on a house in two weeks. A house close by with a lot of land and more room for the children and for entertaining. More on that to come, I’m sure.
Honestly, I am completely enjoying the packing process, finding treasures that we have stored in closets that I forgot we had. I am also seeing how beautiful it is to live simply. How little we truly need in order to be happy.
But in the process, my organized and clutter abhorring nature is going partially insane.
See why?
“What do I get for this? I said & the angel gave me a catalog filled with toasters & clock radios & a basketball signed by Michael Jordan & I said, But this is just stuff & the angel smiled at me & swallowed me in her arms. I’m so glad you said that, she whispered to me. I knew you still had a chance.” (~from Story People by Brian Andreas)
I would have thought I’d have gotten upset. Angry even.
A plate, all red and blue and paisley. Just purchased a couple months ago. I was so excited to buy those new plates, to find something Italian and beautiful for my kitchen.
It has been far too long since I have continued my quest for living with grateful eyes… I have neglected posting my lists for The Gratitude Community, but I haven’t neglected writing them in my journals, finding that even in darkness, a grateful heart brings light. Here are my thoughts from Spring days. Summer’s list is quickly filling!
Scare games with the boys (I’m up, 7 scares to 5).
Laughing so hard you fall down
Watching Bella nurture her babies
Falling asleep to the sound of rain on the roof, thankful I have a roof over my head
Driving home from a trip to Kline’s (only the best ice cream in the Valley), the children were asking about houses and the difference between brick an siding. Bri pointed out a white sided house up ahead.
“Do you see that house, guys?”
“Oh, yes!” Bear chirps from the back of the van, and then in all seriousness asks, “Is it made of straw?”
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Recently we got a new dishwasher. Our old one just up and went kaput. The day it was installed, the children plied me with questions about how it worked, how to run it, why it was white, how to lock and unlock it, etc.
There are things about my B that drive me absolutely crazy. I get frustrated. Sometimes I get downright mad. And this morning we had an argument over the most inane thing. Because, well, I’m a woman and he’s a man and we think differently.
There are things that we laugh about now:
–the way he is obsessed with (brace yourselves ladies) putting the lid down every time the toilet is flushed (we made a deal when we got married that I would put the lid down if he would pull the shower curtain the whole way across after a shower rather than leave it open.)
–the way our towels are hung in the bathroom… no, it’s not about the neatness. It’s about remembering whose is whose. He decided mine is the one on the right, because, as he put it, “You’re always right.”