Sunday, May 13, 2012
My Mother's Day
What a lovely weekend it was - I hope yours was too. Yesterday we went to the Dunwoody Art Festival - a local festival that looked fun. We used to enjoy cruising the festivals and then we became parents and that activity got pushed to the back burner but I think it's coming back around. So the real reason I wanted to go and braved the rain, was the chance to meet Jenni Horne and buy one of her lovely paintings. This is the one I chose after MUCH consideration. It's encaustic and it looks fab in Harper's room. (Yup, that's right, her name is Harper. It feels weird not to just write it so there you go. I'll whine to you some other day about how we thought we were picking an unusual name. HA.) So great day walking around the festival with friends, painting that I love and just an unexpectedly wonderful day.
Oh and I thought I was making the opening bid on this folk-art-style painted chair for the local elementary school art auction at the festival. We got a surprise call today that we won. Back to the festival we went to pick up our winning chair. My husband didn't even laugh at me. Since it has some blue on it (her favorite color) Harper took to it immediately. NO idea where to put it but hey, I'm a patron of the arts. Can't beat that!
Here's my mother's day slice of life: Harper's bouncy ball collection (as well as her kitchen, her shopping cart, our brunch preparations and well...just life). Our house frequently looks like a tornado has blown through and it has. A tiny tornado who rarely sits still, even when George is on.
I know everyone says these days pass so quickly and you'll miss them when they're gone but what I really miss is my coffee table. There are some days that pass minute-by-minute while others zoom by, the years though, the years seem to melt away. I already miss that sweet little baby neck and that small girl taking those tentative steps. But I love the spunk and spirit of this growing girl who never walks if she can run. I love her creativity and her sense of humor, I love her sweet tooth, I love that she's my mini-me.
Today I woke to the sound of rain on the roof and in the gutters. Lovely, quiet, refreshing rain. I opened the balcony doors and lay in bed for a few blissful, quiet minutes just listening to the rain and thinking about how much I love my life. Love. My. Life. I just don't want to take any of it for granted, don't want to miss any of it. I'm trying to just relax into this life and take it as it comes and I think I'm getting better at it day by day. Even the hard days, the frustrating moments, the insecurities of parenting all fit into the bigger picture beautifully when you let them - without the salt the sweet doesn't seem nearly as good. This weekend was sweet and I savored every minute.
Oh and look who showed up just in time to celebrate Mother's Day in person - little baby J! He got here last Monday so we all took brunch over celebrate our newest mom. The brand-new, first time parents were an appropriate mix of exhaustion and adoration. Pretty awesome to see my little brother as a dad. He's going to be a great one! And check out that crazy full head of hair - love it. I hope you all had a great weekend, whatever you did :-)
See you back here tomorrow for My Precious Quilt-A-Long quilt - I don't mean to brag or anything but it's pretty awesome ;-) Come check it out!