“But Tuesday teaches me that part of living well in ordinary time is letting this day be good. Letting this day be a gift. Letting this day be filled with plenty.”
– Emily P. Freeman (Simply, Tuesday)
A typical day for me, is often spent in my pocketed, black, lounger… hair tied up in a silk bonnet, complete with a pair of fuzzy, slipper-socks that I got on sale from the neighborhood Fred Meyer.
It starts at 0700 with a baby crying, maybe two, usually in stereo. Sometimes I wake up my husband, other days I don’t.
Today I don’t.
I swing my legs over the bed, in search of the carpet, rubbing my eyes as I pluck my glasses from the holder my husband gifted me just two days ago (shout out to those of you who need glasses to find your glasses – I’m with you). I tip-toe out the bedroom door and down the stairs to the electric bottle maker we bought second-hand from another family with twins. As the bottles fill, I put my tea kettle on the stove for hot water. I sigh in relief, Bug’s protest for breakfast breaks, just long enough for me to relax for a moment.
It’s just me, the whirring noise of baby-bottles filling, and the soft whistle of my tea kettle.
These moments, between bottle-making and tea preparation, are my favorite moments.
This pause in the now, where it’s just me and my imagination, is my solace. I allow my mind to drift off to the future, to our desert-homestead, with my husband and my sweet girls. A simpler life, where we harvest our own food, collect fresh eggs from our hens and gather around our dinner table to eat with thanksgiving.
One day, in the near future, that distant-dream will be our present.
But today, like most days, is an ordinary day.
The “Little Things”:
- Baby Smiles.
- Chamomile & Lavender.