On the Outside Looking In


I came home from my tennis match tonight and caught this glimpse from the outside looking in and I stopped and paused with a joyful heart.

I made a pot of chili in my new Le Creuset dutch oven, before my game so that it was ready for everyone when they got hungry. I love to cook and I love to make food for my family and friends. This feels like love to me.

When I came home, I felt joy peeking in and seeing my family in the kitchen, getting themselves some dinner and just being there together.  It was one of those moments, that you just sit and stare in wonder over something so simple and normal.

I felt a sense of self and family.

I had time to play with my friends and to serve my family too, and I was excited to see them again.  They actually came to surprise me at the end of my match and I was grateful that they chose to come out to support me.  They are so cool and that made me feel loved. They came after Charlie’s winning basketball game was over. I was lucky and thankful that Jeff was home to support Charlie and to get him to and from his game so that I had the freedom to play my match without worry. Thank you, Jeff.  You are a great husband and father. Thanks for saying hello and taking the kids back home while I finished up with my team.

I love to have a little time for myself and feel energized and happy to come back again to see my family after I’ve had time to exercise or do whatever.

I loved this little glimpse of seeing my family from a distance and appreciating all that they are, just simply being.

Life is good.  I hope you had a restful Sunday and had time to play, time to pray or meditate or hope and dream, and time to be with family and friends.

Have a great week, BeLoveRs. xo

Puppy Love

I’ve saved this thought for awhile and today I thought I’d share a new word with you that represents a sort of puppy love.

It’s kind of embarrassing and I wasn’t sure I’d ever share it, but it makes me laugh every time I think of the term.

The word is Wuppy.

A wuppy is like a wife and puppy combined to make a wuppy.

I Am a wuppy. There. I said it. A wuppy. What a funny word.  

I Am a wife and kind of like a puppy combined.

I’ll explain. Think of a puppy. They’re so cute and loving and just so happy to see you and want to play and like to go for walks and need lots of attention. They want to kiss you and wrap their body around your legs and wag their tail to show you how happy they are. They look up to their owner like they are the best thing on the planet and are so loyal. And sometimes they bark and make mistakes and messes too. Let’s just keep it real.

This is what I feel like inside. I have all this energy and excitement and I wait for my husband to come home every day. Not exactly 100% like that, but you know what I mean. I am always busy, but I love to see his face and jump up and down and get excited like a puppy when he arrives back home again. Seriously. Not even kidding.

I probably drive him crazy. Well, I did for several years, until he realized that I just love him unconditionally and am so happy to see him every time, like it’s the first time we ever met and this is my normal. This is weird. I know. But I do. I am a lucky dog!

I am so thankful that he goes to work every day and provides for our family and allows me to live out my dream, that I just feel utterly happy, grateful and thankful. Without him, I couldn’t be who I am. He commutes in Silicon Valley traffic and works long hours every day. I don’t.

I get to be home with our kids. I get to make dinners and coach the kids and get them where they need to go, in sickness and in health. He enables me to be the best I can be and for that I am ever so thankful, every day, although I probably don’t tell him this enough. I get to build community and volunteer and exercise and keep our home running efficiently during the hours he’s gone at work, working for the good of our family. Just like him. For this, I am thankful and fulfilled. I am living my dream, thanks to my life partner.

And tonight I just want to acknowledge him as it’s his birthday. I am thankful that he was born and that he chose me to be his wife and to share kids and our life together, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad.

Every day.

I am thankful.

It doesn’t get much better than this.

I love you Jeff. Happy Birthday. And many, many more.