Lately, I had been feeling so frustrated and exhausted. Just due to general life things, really. The waiting games, the normal discomfort of growing a little human, the tiresome everyday things weighing me down.
On an ordinary Tuesday, the phrase “good days are made,” popped into my head.
I don’t know where it came from or how it arrived, but wow. I am grateful. It changed my week, truly, as cliche as that is.
I’m learning is that big joys and little joys are all the same really.
The big joys are marrying your best friend, finding out you’ve got the sweetest little human coming along, graduating, new jobs, homes, and love, and love, and love again. Big joys are beautiful. How could they be anything but?
We can’t wait around for the big joys, though, because their very nature makes them big and rare.
But we can find the small joys in every day. These minute, insignificant moments every day that actually become something special because they are every day. The moments we can choose to notice or not. The moments that linger and exist and are so very ordinary. But who said that ordinary can’t be special?
They are cooking dinner and laughing with your soulmate. Looking for the brightest flower hanging over the fence and spotting a tiny spider inside. Getting the washing off the line and it’s all warm and sun-kissed. Having dinner with friends or family. Board games, movies, walks. Eating the sweetest nectarine. Having a planner and a routine that makes you feel good. A hilarious, silly, sweet dog. The color of the leaves out the window. The way the light hits the kitchen at 7am.
At the very foundation, it’s gratitude. Again and again.
Because things will change in all the ways.
But today, I am exactly where I need to be.
I have my soulmate by my side. He calls me from his work and we talk about things. Boring things, happy things, exciting things, sad things. Ordinary conversations that make me realize it’s so dang wonderful that I get to be his human.
I feel our baby move and squirm all day long. Soon all the morning sickness and discomfort will be a distant memory and nothing compared to the immense feeling of holding her in our arms.
These past few days have been so, so wonderful. Nothing extraordinary happened, but I feel productive, joyful, and content. And so, so very blessed.
Good days are made. This life isn’t perfect but I’m sure as hell fighting to make it a good one.
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Congrats on the baby girl!! 💕
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Thank-you so much! We are so excited 💛
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