It's like we live for the extraordinary moments and live through the ordinary ones.
I have always been the person to look forward to the "next thing". When I was in high school, I just wanted to get to college. When I was dating Parker, I just wanted to get engaged. When he proposed, I just wanted to get married. The list goes on and on. I don't think I am alone in this way of thinking, but there is so much beauty in each stage of life that I may miss if I am always trying to get to the next extraordinary milestone.
This past weekend was a moment of clarity for me. It was so completely ordinary yet one of the best weekends I have had in a long time. Parker and I were together from Friday night to Sunday night and spent time with nobody but each other. I can't remember the last time we did this. We usually reserve weekends for spending time with friends or traveling, both of which we love and are blessed to do, but sometimes, you just need to shut the world out and reconnect. Our weekend is hardly an advertisement for the exciting married life, but man, it was wonderful...
Dinner Friday night followed by a movie that was just okay.
Picking out paint colors Sunday followed by a lunch that put both of us in a food coma.
Nature walks with Jenny.
A trip to the grocery store together to get random things to eat for dinner followed by Parker showing me how to eat ramen noodles for the first time.
Downloading Mario Kart and getting way too competitive about trying to beat the other.
Church via streaming on the couch because we overslept (again).
Cooking Sunday night dinner together and eating steaks that were arguably still mooing.
We went to bed Sunday night feeling energized with hearts full. This weekend, I got to take a step back. And it reminded me that the ordinary moments really are so often extraordinary.