Life… The boring but important kind.

Warning: photo overload!

The last couple of weeks have felt like they were speeding by. I feel like I blinked and they were gone… Which is odd because we weren’t doing anything too exiting. We stayed home most of the time and just kind of hung out. No big trips. No big plans. Just life. The most important kind. The boring, plain, normal kind of life.

The boring times… Are when the crazy, silly, normal bits of life happen. Like when your kid covers herself in yogurt or draws all over the kitchen floor with scented markers (thank heavens they are washable). The normal times are when time really speeds up because everything is average in your mind. Time goes unnoticed, unappreciated, and taken for granted. Normal is taken for granted.

Realistically normal should be held close to the heart, savored like a rare wine, and treated like it might be one of our last. Normal, boring life is when almost everything important happens. It’s when we grow. It’s when we learn who we are. It’s when time passes the quickest. I know I’ve said that already. Brace yourself I am going to say it again and again. Time doesn’t slow down for normal.

Normal moments fly by. Once they are spent you can’t get them back. There are no returns on time. So I’m learning to enjoy them. Less electronic time… And more play time.

More time to spend on the normal aspects of life… Like coloring, reading, playing in rocks, and trying to be the best wife and mom that I can be. I know I’m lucky. I have a beautiful little family that I wouldn’t trade for the world.

Sweet moments slip away if you let them. They will even pass by unnoticed.

And then one day you will have woken up and a year will have gone by. That’s kinda what happened to me. I tried to savor every moment but there were days that I just tried to get through. Days where I just counted down the hours and hoped they would be over because I had cleaned up one too many puddles of pee or dealt with one too many temper tantrums. Or washes macaroni and cheese off the wall one too many times. But those moments could have been different. Those days could have been different.

Crazy days will happen. Messes and tantrums and power struggles will happen. That’s life. There will always be days we take for granted. Consistency seems to do that to a person. We forget how beautiful the simple things are. It’s human.

I’m doing my best to enjoy the tiniest moments. I’m trying not to freak out when I find my ribbon box unraveled and spread across the dining room. I’m trying to remain calm when my jewelry has somehow made it into the hands of my toddler… Because I forgot how excellent of a climber she is. I’m trying to not take these normal days for granted. I love my husband and my daughter so much! They really challenge me to be better.

And I don’t want to take them for granted. I want them to know that they are important and loved. I want them to know they are my treasures.

So as my hardworking husband is off at work and my not-so-tiny little baby is asleep on my lap I’m going to be grateful for these simple moments. I’m grateful that I married a hardworking and loving man. I’m grateful that we have an independent-boundary testing- stubborn little girl. I’m even grateful for our shy little cat that hides under our bed because she is scared of said little girl.

After 3 days I am close to finishing this post. I’ll finally have updated photos posted. (Insert laugh). Life is about to pick up its pace again! The holidays are drawing near!

I am determined to have all of our Christmas shopping done by mid November. I finally finished Arabella’s Amazon wishlist. We are narrowing down what to get her. She seems to really love Minnie Mouse and baby dolls and books… So that helps.