We're at this weird middle ground where winter stands to let us know its still in control, and spring tortures us with hope for the future that dissipates as quickly as the snowflakes fall. Promises of park nights and neighborhood walks are within our grasp. That, and the big adios to cold and flu season.
We have spent too many days sick --mostly me. We're making movie nights into special occasions with the addition of almost-gourmet popcorn and ice cream topped with a chocolate trail and random bits of rainbow. More snuggly moments and time to relish the ordinary moments.
This quote that our pastor recently spoke comes to mind and applies so heavily to my life at the moment:
Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.
The cheers!-ing of plastic milk cups just because it's delightful.
Holding hands across a cozy bed, because it seems like the only appropriate thing.
Napping in princess dresses because you're only little once.
Pancakes for dinner because breakfast for dinner is always a win.
Taking three showers a day because that's her tiny little love language.
Fruit and chocolate.
Life is magical. Even when it's drab on paper. Just ask a five year old and a three year old.