Have you ever felt that? It’s the best feeling. You just feel great… for no reason at all.
OK, so maybe that in itself goes against ALL of my gratitude seeking and searching, picking and prodding at life’s little, simple events.
But sometimes, things aren’t perfect, in fact they are far from…
But you wake up, and are in the best mood.
Well, I lie. I woke up today, and I initially felt like shit.
But then, sunshine!
The sun was out, I was cafeing it with Hubbie, and I went about my day… happy!
I questioned myself at one stage… why was I happy? I mean, was there something going on that I didn’t know about?
No! That’s the thing. There was nothing in particular that had me in such a happy-go-lucky cheerful state.
And I get it… we should feel happy, all the time, or at least try to. And we definitely shouldn’t think it is weird to feel happy, instead of sad. Sad/frustrated/angry/anxious shouldn’t be our default. It is not normal.
Nonetheless, I was happy today. I am still content. And I’ll try to remind myself, next time I wake up in a particularly glowing mood, that it isn’t weird…
I will just be grateful for it, and try to replicate it as much as I can.
I have been watching 5 minute snippets of the movie ‘Yes Day’ for about 2 weeks now.
Baby girl found it on Netflix, after having watched it at school… she will watch it in snippets, and when it’s finished she hits play, and it starts ALL OVER AGAIN.
I had pretty much watched the movie in these short bursts, out of order, over this time.
And you know, despite seeing some things repeatedly, I actually didn’t mind it.
Yes. Yes yes yes. Even after watching that ice cream scene for the 7th time, I honestly didn’t mind.
It’s a family movie starring Jennifer Garner, wife and Mum of three who is just trying to be responsible and raise her kids… but always ends up saying no to their crazy and kid-like demands. So after a couple of hard truths come her way, she agrees to a ‘Yes’ day.
A day where she has to say yes to anything her kids ask.
Yeah, I KNOW. It’s actually really cute, and funny. It’s also emotional, one of the last scenes had me literally in tears the first time I watched it, trying not to bawl, because I could relate so much with the mother-daughter relationship. Baby girl now knows that if she looks over at me, like she did tonight for that scene, that I will have tears in my eyes.
(Meanwhile I am trying SO HARD not to cry!)
And then she’ll say, “Mum, you’re a sook.”
And I’ll nod solemnly, because I’m the one who told her that anyway.
Back to the movie. As I said, we had watched it in snippets, but not in its complete entirety, and there were parts I happened to miss each time.
But being a Tuesday, our kinda-like Saturday if you like, since Hubbie and I don’t work Wednesdays, we had pizza on the couch and said yes to baby girl’s request.
Yes to a movie. The ‘Yes Day’ movie!
It was really cool. I loved it, and I think it’s the perfect movie to watch together with your child.
And if I didn’t already have The Four Tops in my head ALL week (I’ve been humming it at work constantly), after our movie night baby girl and I have been randomly breaking out into song with –
“Baby I need your lovin,’ got to have all your lovin’…”
It was nice to go out on a Tuesday night, when we usually don’t. It’s midweek, and tonight it was cold…
But despite baby girl having school tomorrow, Hubbie and I don’t have work, hence why we chose to go out tonight for our anniversary dinner.
We were there just over an hour, tops. Not many people around.
We had drinks. We toasted. And then we sat and really listened to each other… baby girl with what she did at school today… Hubbie and I shared anecdotes… and as I ate my meal, I really took the time to be present, engage with what was happening then, NOW, with my family who I love so much.
It was simple, but so, so beautiful.
I understand why they call it the present. If you take the time to stop and appreciate, it’s honestly the greatest gift in the world. 💖💖💖
Life has been so busy lately. So busy, that we’ve forgotten a lot of who we are.
May has come around too fast. And another Monday, come and gone.
It was only last week when I went “damn. That came fast.”
Our ‘special’ day.
Not having the time to celebrate when you’re ‘meant to’ does not mean jack.
Take the commercial days, of Valentine’s Day, hell even throw in Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.
They’re all the same.
We’re told as a society that we have to do something, we must do something to celebrate it, show off for social media, friends and family…
It is lovely to celebrate, appreciate loved ones in our life, and I’m not saying that I don’t do it, personally…
But you should celebrate your special people, ALL THE DAYS of your life. Not just when the catalogues and ads tell you too.
Same as for other days.
Days like, an anniversary. 💖💖
Our anniversary fell on a Monday this year. Work, school, swimming, groceries, phone calls, emails, basketball game, routine routine routine… it was all too much. It was a fairly uneventful day, and that’s ok, because we share our love for each other on other days, in other ways, and it doesn’t really matter if it’s not on this EXACT day.
I’m not trying to convince myself, honest. 😂 In fact, we are going out tomorrow night, and going away for a couple of nights soon too.
Let there be love on all the days. Let there be hugs, kisses, displays of affection, cards and presents, snuggles and all kinds of lovey-dovey things, on all the days.
Not just when it is deemed special, by society, by milestone, or by date.
I had a really lovely night… sans Hubbie. He was out playing basketball.
Baby girl and I had dinner together, then we sat on the couch and she read school books to me.
Then we watched Masterchef, and we never watch Masterchef. 😂
Hubbie came home, and then eventually we sat on the couch as a family, to do one special thing together, something small to highlight our ‘special’ day…
We looked through our official photos. 😍
Baby girl and I put on the special photo gloves, and she helped me leaf through the pages, as we all reminisced, and she learnt and discovered.
And I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end the night.
When you get married to someone, you inherit a lot.
You inherit them. Their family. Their values, interests, ambitions.
You also inherit, their traditions.
And when it comes to the holy days of the year, you inherit those too.
And if they happen to fall on a different day, well…
DOUBLE THE FUN.
We have Catholic Christmas. Orthodox Christmas.
Catholic Easter. And then Orthodox Easter.
Double the fun! Double the food! Double the chocolate, and presents, and memories, and good times…
And it suits me just fine that we have these different, but oh-so-similar backgrounds. That we can blend them together in our family, baby girl gets a cultural taste of both, and we can make all of this work, FOR ALL.
And on that note… Happy Orthodox Easter to anyone celebrating today. I am about to pop, and yet I am going to walk back to the kitchen now for more sweet bread, otherwise known as kozinjak…
I’ve had a couple of health things that will not go away, and this was suggested to me by someone who I’ve grown to depend on a lot in recent times. They are pungent, with a deep earthy smell, a bit sweet, extremely rich, and they look freaking cool in the pot too.
As I was boiling it down three times tonight, I exclaimed happily to Hubbie “Look at my bark! Look at my bark!”
And just as it looks like it’s been stripped from a tree, so too is it good to go back into the ground, apparently as great compost.