My favorite part of going to Stanford football games is the pre-party, tailgating with family and friends. It feels like we’re speed-camping without the sleepover part. I love watching the kids play in a safe environment outside near by the adults. I love setting up tables with an abundance of food and sharing a communal table.
My mama and pops came to see me again. I think we should make this an annual tradition.
They came for no special reason and just because they love me and because I was home sick and was having parent withdrawals!
We shared a glass of wine before dinner and just chatted and caught up with our busy lives. I kept sitting on my mama and hugging her, and rubbing my toes on her feet, kissing her and soaking all of her in.
I made a big pot of Thai yellow curry, jasmine rice and pickled cucumbers for dinner and served pumpkin pie and ice cream for dessert. After dinner, we watched some baseball and snuggled on the couch. I am so thankful they are here with me to just sit and be.
These are my favorite days.
Life is good.
Isn’t that a fun word?
It has a great ring to it and is fun to say out loud.
I love to swirl through crowds and to swirl my hair. I love swirling around my kitchen and through my house. I love it when Jeff comes up and quickly surprises me and swirls me around. Some days there is so much stuff in my head that it gets all swirled together and I feel like my head is spinning. But in a good sort of way.
Tonight I was at Juliana’s evening water polo game and captured this fun, swirling image after their exciting win:
Our cat loves to be loved. Or maybe it’s the opposite way around. When Juliana came home from school, the cat would not leave her side and kept rubbing all over her, marking her with his scent and snuggling all over her, as she tried to eat an afternoon snack.
It was so cute to watch them play together.
What little moment did you enjoy today?
Tonight I was sitting at my computer around 10 pm and Juliana was getting ready for bed. She came to me with a really hot wash cloth that had been warmed in the microwave to wash my face. She knows how much I love this ritual and how I don’t usually take the time to care for my skin the way I should. I’ve taught her to wash her face, but I don’t do such a good job of modeling this behavior. When I do heat up a wash cloth and put it on my face, it brings such great and simple joy and I melt into the comfort of the moment of the warmth, taking my breathe away.
When she unexpectedly brought me this gift tonight for no reason other than she loves me, I felt like it was my birthday. I felt cherished and was so happy that she surprised me and took care of me, knowing how much I would appreciate this simple gesture. She knows I’m tired and she took a moment to connect and to pamper me before going off to her room.
Thank you, Juliana. I’m the luckiest mama!
If you’ve never heated up a wet washcloth in the microwave and enjoyed the steam on your face, you’ll want to try it. I think you’ll love it too.
Wishing you love and sweet, simple, connections and comforts.
I try to call my mama every day. I just love hearing her voice and her stories and lately I’ve been calling her from the little spaces in between here and there and where I need to be next. She typically asks me how I’m doing, and I usually say, something like all is well, I’m good, and I’m tired. She reflected back to me that I always say I’m tired, and asked, “Why is that?”
I told her, “It’s because I’m really tired.”
She asked me, “Why are you always tired?”
I said, “Because I don’t sleep well anymore and typically stay up later than I should and am awake earlier than my alarm clock, which means I’m typically getting 5 to maybe 7 hours of sleep per night.”
My mind is always busy and that’s not necessarily a good thing nor something to brag about.
Granted, I do love to be busy but probably not like this, and yet this isn’t a complaint either. It just is the state of being right now, in my little world, with three kids in three competitive sports, and youth group activities, homework, a new job for me, an exciting and cool startup for Jeff, as well as my volunteer commitments and community building and exercising, and lots of time back and forth coordinating ride shares and driving my little lovelies from here to there.
My life is good and all is well and busy and I’m tired. Luckily I wasn’t too tired to see the beautiful sky show tonight with shades of pinks and bright oranges cutting through the blue sky while driving across town.
Now, I just have to figure out how to be less tired. Do you know how? I am learning to regretfully say no and not to over commit, yet the days are still so long and full. Another thing to learn and practice. How do you practice slowing down in the midst of the rush that you really actually love and enjoy? Life is so interesting and tiring and wonderful.
I’m off to bed before the clock strikes midnight… goodnight and sleep well and please do share your thoughts.
That’s what Mendel, from Budapest shared tonight on Oprah Winfrey’s Belief series, after he celebrated his Bar Mitzvah. If you didn’t get a chance to see the first episode, “Seekers,” I highly recommend seeking a copy and watching it for yourself. There are 6 more episodes coming up and I can’t wait to see what comes next.
I always talk about my belief in One Love – that we’re all connected, and this series highlights our common humanity weaved together and bound by our different threads of our different beliefs, life stories and journeys, yet still intertwined with love. One Love.
I learned a little bit about the Hindu faith and that the largest spiritual gathering in the world takes place at the Ganges River in India for the Kumbh Mela, where over 30 million people gather and bathe in the most sacred holy river. Seeing their celebratory joy and soulful connections made me smile.
The evangelical Christian faith was also shared and expressed through immersion cleansing and healing in water. I liked the connection between the two faiths through water.
The connections between the two young boys, one from an Australian Aboriginal tribe who was learning to become the leader and keeper of the songs and dances that have been passed down for over 50,000 years, and one practicing and reciting the Torah and learning the traditions from his father and elder males from his temple really resonated with me. Both boys were being entrusted with becoming leaders and believers in their given faiths and were highly motivated, trained and disciplined.
It’s up to you to believe. What do you believe?
“Witness stories from around the world, united by one of the most basic human needs: a desire to find purpose and meaning in our lives.” Read more: http://www.oprah.com/app/belief.html#ixzz3ozOLvueB