All the small things

While this is the name of one of Tim's favorite bands' songs (Blink 182) and I now have the lyrics running through a loop in my head, I am actually referencing a small epiphany (of sorts) I had experienced this past week. If you like cheese, get the crackers (or biscuits, as the locals say) ready because you're in for a bit of a cheesy post this morning. And it you like quince, it goes really well with a nice cheeseboard.

Life just seems to happen. I prefer to move at a mile a minute and I'll be the first one to declare my extreme lack of patience. Tim will easily second this. I like to stay active, have an agenda and the thought of a "lazy Sunday" is sheer torture.  I do believe this may have changed a bit for me this past week.

The sunshine is in full force (though I hear our summer may have occurred and is now weaning, I hope these crazy Brits are wrong) and no better way to celebrate than to go to the park. At the park, Charlotte kept rolling herself off of the blanket and onto the grass. At first I could not grasp her fascination with the grass and was getting a bit annoyed after repeatedly trying to wrangle her back onto the safe space of the blanket, until it dawned on me. This is the first time she has experienced the feeling of soft, dewy grass on her warm skin. To see her excitement and intrigue from a mere blade of grass brought such a calming peace to me. Small things...

We went out to lunch on Sunday with two of Tim's co-workers and Charlotte was so well behaved, better than usual for her very active self. I was sitting next to an open window and I kept placing Charlotte's face by the open pane so she could feel the cool breeze. She couldn't get enough - Tim took her outside when she began to fidget a bit and all she wanted was to feel the wind on her cheeks and through her spikey hair. Small things...

And for the first time on Sunday, she wore a little sundress without tights. If only you could have seen the joy in her face when she felt the sun on her chubby little thighs for the first time. All the small things...

Too often, I don't take time to just stop, breathe and watch as I'm sure most people are guilty of the same crime. Having a child has changed this for me, as I  now slow down a bit to just be present in that moment. While I still don't like the idea of a "lazy Sunday", I am content knowing these are the days where memories are being made. But don't even think about carrying over to another day of the week!