- It wasn’t raining.
- I chose to get dressed before letting our pup back in the house. (And put my phone in my pocket.)
- Grace and laughter from coworkers.
Today’s gratitude list is brought to you by . . .
Locking myself out of the house while my husband was out of town.
View of the Queen’s House from the Royal Observatory in Greenwich.
One of Josh Morris’ requests for our time in London.
Columbia Road Flower Market.
Flowers, pastries, shops lining the street.
Mom and Dad at the cafe across the street from our flat where we shared breakfast each morning.
St. Pancras station.
Our train to York left from King’s Cross, but we had to pop in to St. Pancras for a peek.
Our tube stop – right down the street from our flat.
Residing in a city with limited public transportation, an Oyster card is real magic.
The whole city is yours with a few dollars and a tap on the yellow circle.
Tea with my mom at The Orangery.
One of my very favorite moments from our time in London.
The palm house at Kew Gardens.
The Design Museum and the Designer Maker User exhibit.
Off to the busy Trafalgar Square, Big Ben, and classic London sights.
The scaffolding didn’t quite cover up the bell tower and it still chimed strong.
We walked across the bridge to the South Bank which was a mass of people and street performers.
And one of us enjoyed some cotton candy (er, candy floss?).
Classic London side street.
London was full, bustling with so many different people.
Everywhere you looked there were seas of people and beautiful buildings.
All of the pictures I grew up looking at didn’t compare to the grandness and charm of being there in real life.
(For the 1990’s kid reference: This and this.)
(AND, YOU GUYS, THERE’S A DELETED SCENE.)
I have so many swarming thoughts about marrying “young” – Josh was 22, I was 21.
We met when I was 18.
What I didn’t know at 18 was that there’s a whole lot of growing up that’s done between 20 and 30.
But, ultimately, I’m thankful for a partner to walk through life with.
Even though we are growing up together.
Finding our values – together and separately.
Getting angry sometimes.
Again and again and again.
We’ve walked together through some really hard seasons.
Year three was like the sky was falling and the pain and worry seemed relentless.
This year we’ve celebrated some really sweet moments.
We became grateful for all the good news.
Grateful for the people that are around us.
Grateful for opportunities to find joy and value in our work.
Even if that meant quitting one job and starting another.
We’ve also done a lot of really normal, every day things.
Like eating dinner.
Staying up too late with our friends.
And watching The Office over and over again.
I am grateful for you.
Your grace to let me stumble.
The way you approach situations with a completely different perspective.
(Which, while frustrating at times, is a wonderful gift.)
Your calmness when I’m spinning with worry.
The way you chase your passions.
And make shelves for me when I ask.
I’m eager for year five with you.
A thoughtful dress and a thoughtful note.
Best Thursday ever.
Trying out this advice for moments with Josh Morris: “On date nights we dream together. Nothing is off limits. Nothing too audacious. Nothing is met with practicality.”
Repeating the last line frequently. (Also, the term “date night” . . .)
Naps are not selfish.
(Say it again if you need to.)
I’ve had to fight the urge to tell myself that I’ve failed for the year.
My reading goals have taken a slight detour.
But it’s ok.
I’m learning more about my interests and what makes me say, “Hmm. I like that!”
While also trying to add a smidgen of discipline.
- Celebration of Discipline
- Jane Eyre
- How to Be Here
- Notes from a Blue Bike
So far I’m in the midst of Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, Ruthless Trust (again), and Far from the Tree (which is life changing already).