In restoration.
Six weeks ago I asked Brian if we could finally paint the walls and ceiling in the family room/den in our new home. In her book, Bless Your Heart, Tramp, Celia Rivenbank describes exactly what my life has been.
She writes:
…Painting the front door was a simple idea, but it turned into a classic Mars/Venus moment. As a Venusian, I approached the task with a plan: find a nice color, buy a quart, paint the door.
That we will eventually get a Christmas card picture…
Beware of strangers with really nice cameras.
They may not be really nice photographers.
He spent an hour and a half after the other two children and I went inside.
With Daddy’s help, he rolled and stacked.
I ran upstairs to watch from Audrey’s room as he jumped over and over
and placed all the pieces to his snowman.
He played with “Fred” for a while.
Then he came inside to down frothy chocolate and popcorn.
Ahhhhh!
In the beauty of motherhood.
Last week, while we were away for Bri’s Christmas party, he decided he needed to work up in DC the next day which left my plans for Thursday shattered. Instead, I spent a lovely day with yet another college friend, Kelly, whose husband works with Bri.
Can I just tell you how wonderful it was?!
I spent the day catching up, reading with (or rather being read to by) her oldest son before school, snuggling her two little boys, walking to the bus stop, eating pizza, and sharing our hearts. Kelly and I have always shared a delight in being mommies, and it was so refreshing to spend hours telling stories, laughing, encouraging, dreaming about and enjoying motherhood together.
In the power of true friendship.
Over the past two weeks I’ve had the joy of sharing time with two of my dearests.
Two days with my college friend, Marni, and her family over Thanksgiving helped ease a lot of the struggle of how different the holidays were. As the 8 of us crammed into our van to drive around for 2 hours and look at Christmas lights, I thought to myself, “I cannot think of any other family we would do this with.” We laughed and shared and watched our children play… and I thought about all those days in college when Marn and I laughed and shared and dreamed about watching our children play. Always in love with music, she and I have shared our love for the 80′s and dancing over the years. And she hears the song in my heart.