Today was filled with wonderful moments and stressful ones.
Which really isn’t that different than any other day I suppose.
Except that today the things that brought me joy were the simple ones I often lose sight of in my day to dailies–a shared laugh, the perfect color of blue-green, the smiles of friends reflected in the light. And the things that brought me stress were things that are also nearly always present–the ever growing dust bunny population, the inside of my pantry, my spider problem (okay, to be honest, even ONE is a problem, but yes, this is a thing), and the lack of action by my people the first time I ask them to do something.
I got to the end of the evening, having just sat down here to write, and I noticed Miss Sophie panting. She ran around and had the best time outside this evening, and she just enticed two of us to play her twisted game of Fetch. She’s worn out, but I also realized she is probably warm.
Warm.
In that moment, I did a quick assessment and realized, my toes aren’t cold.
My toes are NOT cold.
Well, hallelujah and color me ecstatic!
While some may claim we’ve had a mild winter or that I’m a wimp, I still have to say that my toes have been cold for months. I’VE been cold for months.
And, no offense to Winter or anything, I’m over it.
Tonight in the hustle and chaos that comes with even the best of things, I had slipped in and out of my sandals several times, and it didn’t fully register with me.
Y’ALL, I WORE SANDALS FOR THE FIRST TIME AGAIN TODAY.
And this wasn’t the “flip flops are the only thing by the door, I’m only running out to the car, surely my toes won’t fall off frozen in those three minutes” kind of wearing sandals. This was no kidding, this is the attire of choice AND weather appropriate.
WEATHER APPROPRIATE. I don’t know if Spring is really here, since my Granny always warned about the Easter Cold Snap and we have two more weeks until Easter, but what I can tell you is TODAY WAS GLORIOUS.
And yet, in the midst of it, I was totally oblivious to my toes’ joy. I wasn’t fully appreciating that this was what they’d been waiting on for months, until I sat down and reflected on it tonight.
Y’all. We wait on something. We hope for something. We think on it and, in the middle of a cold season, we dream of what it might be like for that thing to BE. And then one day it is, and so much is going on, we have a hard time recognizing it and really getting that, WE MADE IT. All the good has come that we dreamt of, and we are so distracted, it just slides right in there as our reality and we don’t even notice it or fully appreciate it at first.
Here’s to the moments of realizing the joy of being warm, of finding light, of wishes and hopes becoming reality. Here’s to all of us who dream in winter of longer days and laughter and love and toes that aren’t cold. And here’s to those realities that just slip in the back door and surprise us so much we laugh out loud and wiggle our happy toes.
Love to all.
Happy toes. Unpainted, yes. But Happy.
I Might Need A Nap 