There were no big parties this weekend - no grand parades, no profound revelations. We did not make any great discoveries; we were not awarded any great prizes. It was just a weekend. We enjoyed dinners with friends and re-arranged a few pieces of furniture. We moved artwork to different spaces on our walls, organized our CD collection and fixed a broken bed. I did so much yardwork I can barely move today and I listened to my husband create beautiful music. He, on the violin, along with two cellists and a pianist, filling our house with sweet melodies that swirled all around me as I sat with my eyes closed, listening intently.
We did not do anything spectacular - did not re-new our wedding vows, read poetry at midnight or howl at the moon. We simply enjoyed our home - sunk deeply into the haven we have created with each other, with our friends, with all the tales we've told here and will continue to tell for as long as fate allows. And in those tiny slivers of time between our comings and goings and playing and digging and laughing, I kept getting caught in tiny bubbles of stillness, where all I wanted to do was stare at my husband and marvel at our life, at all the ways we are weaving such a magnificently beautiful story.
Beautifully written. Totally in the moment and in love. Reminds me to slow down and take my own hubby in. This is my first visit here! I am glad I found your precious blog! :)
Be well
~Shell
Posted by: Michelle | March 19, 2009 at 08:34 PM
Oh, but you DID do something spectacular. You lived in the moment. You lived. Wonderful!!
Posted by: debi | March 05, 2009 at 04:01 PM
Oh such gorgeous and lush flowers... delicious and simply beautiful.
Posted by: ~T | March 05, 2009 at 01:18 PM
tears...a perfect weekend. exactly perfect and so poignantly written. thanks!
Posted by: MICHELLE | March 04, 2009 at 11:29 AM
Sounds wonderful! xo
Posted by: gypsy alex | March 04, 2009 at 02:19 AM
beautiful! don't you love the after glow of gardening? I staked up our roma tomatoes on Sunday - we must have at least a hundred tomatoes ripening! they'll be ready when you get here! xx
Posted by: Marianne | March 03, 2009 at 11:46 PM
The sweetest and truest way of creating lasting memories! Loving your honesty!
Posted by: Indigene | March 03, 2009 at 11:18 PM
simplicity.
one moment at a time.
taking each one in.
love this :)
Posted by: Lisa | March 03, 2009 at 08:48 PM
what a beautiful post. sounds like your hubby is a lucky man. and you a lucky woman. thanks for sharing these beautiful moments with us.
Sara Mo
http://livingtheartistsway.blogspot.com
Posted by: Sara Moriarty | March 03, 2009 at 07:48 PM
oh so wonderful! i'd ask if you'd adopt me, but it would break the spell of the beauty. Linda
Posted by: linda e | March 02, 2009 at 05:42 PM
magnificent post. :)
Posted by: Graciel @ Evenstar Art | March 02, 2009 at 01:41 PM
This is so lovely, and it's much the way we spent our Sunday. Chicken outside in the smoker and the two of us inside reading and chatting. Magic.
Posted by: Paula Bogdan | March 02, 2009 at 01:34 PM
weaving.
yes.
such a sacred telling of your weekend - time spent - together.
i can feel it - the energy of it.
sweet - awake - breathing.
xo,
gem
Posted by: gem | March 02, 2009 at 12:17 PM
lovely!
Posted by: melissa | March 02, 2009 at 12:15 PM
now that is what i call a true weekend.
just the way it needs to be.
Posted by: kelly | March 02, 2009 at 12:10 PM