I finally took the time out of a busy day to give myself the gift of exercise. Yes, I do consider it a gift. It’s something good for me, and I always feel good afterward. Needless to say, this gift made me especially tired at the end of the day. I told my man that all I wanted was to relax in a hot bubble bath after I put our daughter to bed.
Once I emerged from the room of our sleeping princess, a lavender scented bubble bath awaited me, as well as a glass of full bodied red wine, and a warm glowing candle. Romantic, lovely, and sleep inducing.
I would love to have more quiet time to make phone calls to reconnect with old friends. That time doesn’t come often enough, and when it does, I usually call a family member. Otherwise, it’s a quick text or an email.
I reconnected with a good friend via email and have laughed several times today. Laughter is uplifting. Light. A necessity, in my book, if I am going to have a good life.
With the emails flowing back and forth, I felt connected to my friend today. There are 2400+ miles between us. I didn’t feel one of them. Beautiful indeed.
We have our nighttime habits. At times, things go very smoothly and we are in bed without any fussing, crying or complaints. Such was the case tonight.
As we lay in bed, post story reading, our daughter began to talk about school and her friends: the work she is not interested in doing, the things she loves to do, and the things that she wants a lesson on so that she can do them. I listened to her every word, mind not straying.
I now know that taking care of plants and being able to water a garden, plant seeds, and use garden tools are important to her. I know who she is in love with, at the age of 5. I know she plays “space ship” outside with her best friend. She expresses her love freely. Within 10 minutes the sound of rhythmic breathing take over.
I take this as a lesson for the future. Be willing to lay quietly. Listen. I will know her better this way. I might also better understand her needs and desires.
Last month brought about significant changes. I’m struggling, stressed out, and not sleeping well. This makes living with me more…challenging.
When you have an incredibly special person to share the ups and downs of life with, it makes it better. It’s not easy for me to talk openly about my internal struggles. Once I do, it feels as if I’m a little less stressed. A little less burdened. All because I shared my internal dialogue with someone I love and trust. That’s the beauty of relationship.
Ava has a love of language and a gift for speaking. She articulates her words well, forms complete sentences, and is able to relay her thoughts or feelings to others clearly. The fact that strangers compliment me on this only brings more joy. And I am grateful that they want to share their observance with me.
If we could all take a little extra time to simply listen, we might find a bit more beauty to be had each day.