Movement, and music. Two free things that have helped enormously during this isolation period.
I found myself inadvertently singing to baby girl at two different times today. Music is so prevalent in our home, so much a part of our lives… it’s always Hubbie’s music, or my music, baby girl’s music, or something we totally rock to all together.
I’m surprised our cat doesn’t have his own playlist. Oh hold on, the bird does. He just whistles along.
And for some reason, if I can sing a song and make it out to be about baby girl, I do it.
It makes me so happy, and I think she likes it too. 😉
I was getting my car warmed up as it revved in the driveway, ready for my once weekly mammoth grocery shop. Baby girl and Hubbie were running around outside, and a song started to play in the car, familiar, but better.
Because it was LIVE.
They saw me bopping along and came around to the driver’s side to listen.
I sang along where I remembered the lyrics… I bopped in between… if you can call it that.
“One two three, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine…”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop.
“I said you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine.”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop.
Meanwhile baby girl started dancing along too. I pointed to her and sang –
“Well you don’t need no money when you look like that do you honey?”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop!
“Long brown hair…”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop.
And then I pointed to her dramatically to sing “I said are you gonna be my girl?”
“Awww!” Hubbie and I gushed together.
I went off to do the grocery shop, feeling happy in my heart.
But I found myself remastering lyrics from another song, to her again. Earlier tonight I had Queen’s Greatest Hits on, with ‘You’re My Best Friend.’
Again, an overdramatic point to her, making sure to catch her eye to sing –
“My feelings are true, and I really love you.
You’re my best friend.”
We smiled at each other and laughed, and I know it was the smallest thing, but those little moments are the best.
They leave your heart all warm and fuzzy, and I know hers felt like that, because mine felt like that too.
Bonding with family is one of those things you can never get enough of.
Whether it’s listening to some music together, having a healthy debate, a light-hearted laugh, a sincere d&m, or even being able to share some tears without judgement…
Or, all of the above.
Tonight’s highlight was baby girl bonding with her cousin. Although 11 years separates them, they found common ground today. And I discovered it, when baby girl went from –
“Mum come in this room and watch a movie with me” – to –
Huh? Why wasn’t she bugging me anymore?
Because she found a viewing partner in her cousin.
Matilda, the first real life-child geared film (as opposed to animated child film) that baby girl first watched at primary school and subsequently has become fascinated with, was the same movie my nephew faintly remembered from his childhood… and wanted to rediscover once again.
It was beautiful to watch them engrossed in the classic tale, dance to the music soundtrack and just be silly in the moment.
We got as much joy out of watching them as they did watching the film. 📽😍
A lot of great things happened today, because family was involved. But I’m not going to talk about all those things… I’m going to talk about my brother.
Rather, my bro-in-law.
But first I need to tell you about my hubbie, and tomato sauce… he drinks the stuff. He puts it on steak, chicken, rice, in sandwiches, hell, over any kind of ‘dry meal’… you name it, most likely he’s had it with the good ol’ dead horse.
Today at a family function, there was none of it. Hubbie had a full plate, and none of the food components had any of his most favourite accompaniment poured over it.
SHOCK HORROR. 😱
My brother even asked the wait staff. No, there was definitely none. A few minutes passed and he got up to ‘take a walk,’ his son coming along with him.
Several minutes later, they were back with big smiles. They sat down and my nephew produced a familiar bottle of red.
Not wine. The other red.
“Does anyone want some sauce?” he asked cheekily.
They had gone to the closest supermarket to buy a bottle of sauce for him!
Here the trio are totally incognito, the sauce startlingly clear (with my big red arrow!)
Hubble was able to have his food drowning in sauce, once again. 🙏🙌
They had a great laugh about it, but the true meaning was seriously there.
And so you can see, why this post is dedicated to my bro-in-law… and why he actually deserves the title of ‘brother.’
I looked at the hand resting on his leg. Glanced at his other hand, holding the steering wheel.
Both his wedding and engagements rings were missing.
And something else was in its place.
I think it speaks volumes for Hubbie that he has a better memory of this than I do, the giver of the rings… but that’s just what I did. Years and years ago when we were still ‘boyfriend girlfriend,’ I gave him a couple of rings.
They weren’t rings that I had bought specifically for him… they had been my rings. They had been wrapped around my fingers for years, and then one day, I decided I wanted him to have them.
I am honestly surprised I ever did this. More so because I am a hoarder and keep a lot (sorry Marie Kondo). I’m guessing I gave them away because he bought me rings to wear, from him…
I am also guessing, that I was feeling a lot of love when I gave him something that was so precious to me.
And when I look at those rings today, I feel it even more.
Because a while ago, he went out on a mission to find them. Back at his parents’ house, he found the two bands I gave him when we were still in our teens, and since that discovery has worn them on his fingers ever since.
One of them I think I recall buying myself. It is silver or something like that, and has about 6 hearts in a row, in a right-side up and upside-down pattern.
The other ring is possibly decagon shaped. It is super thin, also silver… and I think someone bought it for me. It may have been a cousin from overseas, but I’d be lying if I said that was the truth…
And he wears both, on his pinkie fingers.
I noticed it again today. We were in the car and I noticed that his $$$ wedding and engagement bands were gone… instead replaced with those old silver pieces that wouldn’t be worth much together, let alone on their own.
And I smiled. He wore those, because they meant more to him. They mean more to him.
He loves trees, and flowers, and all manner of plants and shrubbery, even grass… and is constantly trying to think up ways to pretty our yard, bring more colour and green leaves in, and also, when all that fails and he has no inspiration, he does the next best thing – he moves the pots around ;););)
He has been working along diligently on our front yard. Even on today, our day off together, he spent a good portion of it digging up grass and making a path along the fence for our new garden bed to go, making holes for new plants and the best part… giving them a positive welcome message as he puts them in the earth.
“Good luck!” He calls out as he pulls the wound-up and compacted plant roots from the plastic tub. “Hope you like it here.”
OMG. It is so darn cute. He does it with every plant. EVERY. ONE.
He is proud of his progress, and proud of what he is creating… and I couldn’t be prouder either. ♥♥♥♥