I’ve always been a little of an overachiever.
I like for things to be a certain way.
When we have people over, why does it always have to be a big deal?
Why can’t it just be “come on over?” Why does there have to be a full fledged dinner with dessert? Why can’t it be popsicles on the porch like a normal night at home would be?
I am trying to get better at simplicity. I won’t say I am good at it yet but soon there will be hot dogs and s’mores on any given Friday night around the firepit. You can’t get much simpler than that.
I have been lucky enough to have a standing date with Jack William Wissinger each Friday morning for about 3 hours. I spoke of a baby and B.B. date way before he was even born. It would be just me and him. No mommy’s or daddy’s allowed. Unless we planned it that way prior to the week. There I go again……liking things a certain way.
Could he be any cuter?
I want Jack, when he is old enough to know what a date is and to look forward to our time together.
I’ve thought and planned our time together.
Good grief, he is 15 months old. He doesn’t care what we do as long as he is fed and has his diaper changed.
What do we do today? We have three hours? Do we spend time driving around and trying to find something to do?
Nah. He doesn’t care about places.
Sometimes we walk to the park and we swing
Other times we walk to the splash pad, where we are all alone and play near the water because he is not in love with the spouting water.
We sit in the shade and drink from B.B.’s water cup.
It doesn’t matter what we do as long as we do it together.
What really matters is that we spend time with those we love.
I recently had a conversation with someone that felt excluded from a conversation. She felt left out. I was included in that group and I am heartbroken. Never would I intentionally exclude another person. Never. Her feelings however are real. They hurt and I can only fix me. I will remember that every person counts. Every person has a right to be heard and included.
Spending time doesn’t have to be a big deal. It’s just need to be real.
I gotta go. Pops is home this week. I love vacation week.
Have a great day!