Maybe it’s because Valentine’s Day is this weekend, or maybe it’s because the more I think about what I want our home to look like the more I want what we put in it to hold meaning but lately I’ve been more sentimental than normal.
These days are the days we’ll remember. When it was just me and Garrett and Lady. When we’re in our first home with no babies yet and the future is uncertain but hopeful and we spend the evenings over dinner sharing our hopes and dreams of what’s to come.
That’s why I took this picture, not because it’s perfectly staged but because it’s real and it’s what I want to remember when we’re older. That we never made the bed. That we had string lights on our headboard because I love them and no other reason. That the couch pillows and blankets always ended up in our room because Lady likes to steal them and sleep with them. And I carried that grey, furry blanket into every room I go in around the house because it’s my favorite.
This past weekend I made that canvas. It’s not perfect, it’s my messy sloppy real handwriting. What my handwriting looks like when I’m jotting down notes, not calligraphy or hand lettering. It’s the chorus to the song from our first dance at our wedding, minus the last line because I ran out of room. It’s called “The Wine We Drink” by Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors. And oh how perfect of a song it is. It’s no work of art but it’s us.
Can I encourage you to make something that may not be perfect but is meaningful?
We don’t get these moments back so I want to enjoy them and remember them. I want to remember the night after I had a bad day we ate a whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s and watched Friends. And that as I’m typing this Lady sneaks a blanket out of our room to curl up with on the couch where Garrett is trying to nap after a long day at drill.
I want to remember all the little moments. And no matter what the future holds, at the end of the day, you are the one thing that I know.
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