Recently I read a blog post extolling the virtues of a normal day. If this year of marriage has revealed anything new, it is this: A normal day, which to some outsider might look mundane or simple or even a little disorganized and crazed, is a treasure. Case in point, today, which marks eight years of marriage to my generous, involved, loyal, loving and stubborn Brit, went from rushing around to get the garbage out at 6:45 a.m. to breakfast out (a treat) to laundry and cleaning to Halloween decorating to guitar lessons to conference call to celebrating new words from Elliott to a play date with neighbors to free community dinner at church to choir for Liam to church council meeting to relaxing on the couch. We had the special anniversary dinner on Sunday, which made this day strikingly similar to every day. But I paid attention to it a little more. I relished it a little more. I gave thanks that this is where I am today. I wasn't yearning for some perfect tomorrow.
Last year I wrote a post about Andrew and ten of the reasons why I love him so. This year, in the wake of the death of another tremendous husband, difficult financial situations and uncertainties with Elliott, I am simply grateful for the normal days and for what holds us together - for faith and humor and passion and that intense desire to want our love and time and resources to extend to a larger circle. We all have periods of trial and joy; normal is where we live life out. Discovering that this place is both precious and enough, that's the secret.
[If you lament normal or often yearn for "some rare and perfect tomorrow," I highly recommend reading this poignant and beautiful post. I was really inspired by it, as you will see.]
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Congrats on another year of marriage, Amy (and Andrew)! That's wonderful and to be celebrated.
And thanks for the reminder of the beauty of the normal and seemingly mundane. In this world of Bigger and Better, boy, I needed to hear that.
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