September 07, 2012

Friday

September 07, 2012/ Libby Hickman

What is it about Friday that makes you wanna skip the 5:30 alarm, sleep an hour longer, bail out on the treadmill, chat all day on the phone, indulge in chocolate, paint your toenails, read magazines, ditch the housework, and just head to the beach instead?

I did it all today. I guess it's a good thing that Friday only comes once a week!

September 05, 2012

Big and Small

September 05, 2012/ Libby Hickman

Today:

I made oatmeal

French pressed my coffee

Said some sweet things to my girl Emma as she left for school

Spent 45 minutes at the gym pedaling a bike that didn't go anywhere

Changed light bulbs

Changed bedding

Made brownies

Made granola bites

Prepped for my childbirth class

Helped with math

Ran the dishwasher 3 times before dinner

Listened to Laurel read

Prepared salmon

Swooned over all the lovely words and images here

Hung towels out to dry

Swept the kitchen floor

And then...

I took the kids on a little evening walk.

Sometimes life is about doing big things in big ways. Other times it is just a series of small, seemingly insignificant things done quietly. I think we should celebrate big and small. There is beauty and meaning in both. In fact, I think collectively, the small things are actually quite big.

September 04, 2012

I think...

September 04, 2012/ Libby Hickman

... that tomatoes make lovely windowsill decoration, and that I need to call my window washer guy.

... that the early morning light is my favorite. I prefer sunrises to sunsets. Hope, promise, wonder, anticipation, newness, vigor; they all live there in that light.

... that 18 years of ballet were hard on my feet. I also need a new pair of running shoes. Bought the same pair in a different color online this morning. Is that boring? I never choose function over fashion. Does that mean I'm becoming a real runner? Or old?

... that golfing is one of the most excruciating tests of patience that I could ever possibly endure. I love the game, but I HATE being bad at it. Calling tomorrow to schedule my first of 6 lessons (my birthday gift).

...that I'd like to read this book. Over and over again.

... that one of the best parts of being a parent is reliving the childhood moments that you were too young/naive/impatient/oblivious to appreciate as a young person. Like: ice cream at the pool on the last day of the season, surrounded by your siblings, on a perfectly sunny afternoon. Completely carefree.