We’re living parallel lives! We have two dachshunds in our bed, their nails clicking on hardwood at 4 am and one of us shouting, “Get in your bed!” I read this aloud to my husband, and we laughed and cried together. We have had so much loss in the past couple years. This is a beautiful reminder to cherish every moment, even the mundane ones. Especially the mundane ones.
Oh, how wonderful for the brief truths of a beautiful moment! In this entry, you’ve reminded me of Simone Weil’s words, “Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer.’
I loved reading this, Tresta. I laughed, thinking of my childhood, and I figured out pretty quickly that if I wanted to get in my parents' bed at night, I had to go to my dad's side. Haha. As a mom now myself, I understand my mother's stance completely. 💚
I want to send this to every mom who is in the throes of littles and doesn't have the time/energy/emotion to love that husband in bed next to her well. I want to say, "Hang in there, honey. Look what's coming."
Oh also, I’m sick with Covid and just asked my hubby (who knows me) to make me pancakes instead of heading out to cvs for some homeopathic cough syrup, after reading this. Pancakes do make things better.
“After our coffee and stare time in the living room, I make six small pancakes for us and leave the rest of the batter for when the man child comes downstairs. We eat the pancakes hot, fresh off the griddle. We use the real maple syrup. We have a plain conversation with no codes. If you know, you know.”
I love this paragraph. And the whole of it, a reminder of the beauty in the mundane.
Our dog sleeps in our bed. He has to touch one of us. I love it and the warmth it provides but I have major sleep issues and end up kicking him and my husband out to the guest bedroom because they both snore. I’m hoping a cpap will help the hubs in the new year. Not sure what to do about Louis Armstrong’s snoring.
I think taking care of dogs when they try to be stern is an actual love language — cue husband rigging up elaborate housing for the ranch dog we didn’t intend to adopt (her cowboy got injured, had to leave and just… left her) that then got herself knocked up, but wasn’t allowed inside (yes, the ranch policies were their own story). Anyway, I had a moment of pregnant panic about the puppies being cold, and despite his curmudgeon stance (they’re DOGS!) he made an ingenious contraption from discarded materials, complete with heat lamp etc… and didn’t even make (too) much fun of me when I crawled in the kennel with them to make sure everyone was warm enough at 2 AM 😂
We’re living parallel lives! We have two dachshunds in our bed, their nails clicking on hardwood at 4 am and one of us shouting, “Get in your bed!” I read this aloud to my husband, and we laughed and cried together. We have had so much loss in the past couple years. This is a beautiful reminder to cherish every moment, even the mundane ones. Especially the mundane ones.
Oh, how wonderful for the brief truths of a beautiful moment! In this entry, you’ve reminded me of Simone Weil’s words, “Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer.’
I loved reading this, Tresta. I laughed, thinking of my childhood, and I figured out pretty quickly that if I wanted to get in my parents' bed at night, I had to go to my dad's side. Haha. As a mom now myself, I understand my mother's stance completely. 💚
Lovely lovely!
I want to send this to every mom who is in the throes of littles and doesn't have the time/energy/emotion to love that husband in bed next to her well. I want to say, "Hang in there, honey. Look what's coming."
You are savoring each moment of life. Thank you for reminding us to do the same.
So relatable!
Oh also, I’m sick with Covid and just asked my hubby (who knows me) to make me pancakes instead of heading out to cvs for some homeopathic cough syrup, after reading this. Pancakes do make things better.
“After our coffee and stare time in the living room, I make six small pancakes for us and leave the rest of the batter for when the man child comes downstairs. We eat the pancakes hot, fresh off the griddle. We use the real maple syrup. We have a plain conversation with no codes. If you know, you know.”
I love this paragraph. And the whole of it, a reminder of the beauty in the mundane.
Our dog sleeps in our bed. He has to touch one of us. I love it and the warmth it provides but I have major sleep issues and end up kicking him and my husband out to the guest bedroom because they both snore. I’m hoping a cpap will help the hubs in the new year. Not sure what to do about Louis Armstrong’s snoring.
I think taking care of dogs when they try to be stern is an actual love language — cue husband rigging up elaborate housing for the ranch dog we didn’t intend to adopt (her cowboy got injured, had to leave and just… left her) that then got herself knocked up, but wasn’t allowed inside (yes, the ranch policies were their own story). Anyway, I had a moment of pregnant panic about the puppies being cold, and despite his curmudgeon stance (they’re DOGS!) he made an ingenious contraption from discarded materials, complete with heat lamp etc… and didn’t even make (too) much fun of me when I crawled in the kennel with them to make sure everyone was warm enough at 2 AM 😂