There are pirates living in my bathroom. They docked quite some time ago.... right on the counter top. Sometimes they venture out to sea, but they always return. A bit soggy.
Once I turned on the bathroom light, just trying to go about my business. I was shocked to see that they were engaged in a duel, right in front of my sink. How does one wash their hands without getting slashed by dueling pirates? I had to use the kitchen sink that day. I didn't want to take the risk.
I thought the red one had succumbed to an untimely demise. He was aboard his ship with the green one standing over him gloating, with dark victory in his eyes. Red must have only taken a bad fall from the mast though, because he was back to his dastardly deeds within the week.
At first I didn't know how I felt about these swarthy fellows taking up residence next to the throne. But I am at peace with them now. Someday they will set sail and find another port, undoubtedly wrecking havoc along the way. In their place will be razors and shaving gel, hair products and deodorant. The mirror will no longer reflect imaginations at play, but handsome young men grooming and primping for dates with pretty young women who have stolen the treasure of their hearts. Young men who will dream of other adventures in life... dreams that reach far beyond the shelter of Bathroom Cove.
But for now, I'm glad that there are little buccaneers who pilfer my heart everyday.
A couple days ago I Facebook linked to an interesting and helpful article on parenting. An old friend (as in longtime, not old... well, he's our elder, so he's kind of old) of ours who happens to be a newlywed (as in just married in November) reposted the article. I was curious as to why.
The following conversation ensued.
Me: You studying up there, Mike? :)
Patrick: Time to get going there, bud...
Me: I was trying to be more subtle...
Patrick: I was trying to be more direct. ;-)
Me: My way might have been better.
I'm enjoying this early Monday morning banter. A lot. :)
Patrick: Does that mean what I think it means?
Me: You can infer what you would like, but not in front of the children, Mr. Cunningham.
Patrick: Mmmm Frisky...
Mike: You guys are too much.
And by 'too much' I mean, awesome.
Maybe this conversation is a bit much for Facebook or a bit much for my blog. If so, you can just tell us to get a room, and I'll understand. And I will... get a room, that is.
But, seriously, I do think it is really important for married people to be playful. Life gets hard, and oftentimes marriage can take the brunt of it, because it is our closest, most intimate relationship. Our conversations end up revolving around school choices for the kids, meal plans, doctors appointments, crises, and finances.
In the midst of all that, I think we sometimes forget to enjoy one another. To play. To banter and laugh and smile. It is such a good thing to delight in one another and find joy in the relationship. To revisit and rekindle old romantic feelings and the playfulness and enjoyment of friendship. It's good not to let it get buried in the day to day.
I saw some cute heart gloves on Etsy the other day... or maybe it was Pinterest. I'm not sure.
I decided to make my own while watching the Super Bowl yesterday. (I am upset that my usually successful technique of choosing the winning team based on the color combo I liked best didn't work this time. Apparently the Patriots did not get my memo.)
Anyway, I got out a pair of $0.70 clearance gloves from Target and found a random piece of felt. I didn't have any red, so I used tangerine.
Then, I cut out a heart, cut it in half, and hand-sewed each half on to the the gloves using red thread and a blanket stitch. Pretty simple.
I got anemail from my mom this week. She was talking to her sister Nancy a few days ago, because unfortunately, my aunt had broken her arm. They got to talking about me during the course of their conversation (I knew I felt my ears burning!) My mom asked her if she'd ever seen the photos I had taken of her art studio a few years ago. I had had the privilege of sleeping in the studio surrounded by her lovely paintings and art supplies and I loved it. She is so inspiring, and I feel more artistic just being in her presence.
Back to the email. Aunt Nancy wrote a little something about me and passed it along to my mom. I know that she is completely biased in her assessment of me, but it was such a complete blessing to read these sweet words that she wrote about me. It meant so much... because I love her so much.
she sings like an angel.
she writes with the heart of a poet.
she sees with the eye of an artist.
she is sweet as apple pie.
the whole world must love her.
that’s our linda!
Do you speak and write blessings into the lives of those you love? Have you ever had a specific blessing spoken to you that somehow changed or affirmed the course of your life? I think words have so much power. It's so important to say them with wisdom and goodness. Who will you bless today?