I like to think of life as these big moments, these bookmark events.
Pre and post college.
Before and after the wedding.
It’s easy to remember the big stuff, the dates circled on calendars.
We don’t soon forget the events planned for months in advance.
Birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, births… those are the things we’re taught to remember. The dates we celebrate, honor, with cards and cake.
But life is so much more than the holidays, what Hallmark tells us.
There is so much more to be celebrated, if we stop and see with fresh eyes.
Like a husband learning to make his wife a latte, ‘cause she loves them and could use a pick-me-up.
Or a daughter taking her dad by the hand to lead him into The Coolest Part of Legoland.
A mom making her son laugh.
Or a son making his mom smile.
A wife washing her groom’s stinky, dirty clothes.
A friend checking in, after a few weeks of quiet.
There aren’t Hallmark cards for those things. Or special candle toppers.
They’re just tiny fragments, but also chances to recognize that the stuff truly worth celebrating happens in between a lot of those big events.
Like the quiet of the evening before the Fourth of July fireworks start.
And all those incredible, unexpected moments that come after the “I do’s” have been said.
The in-betweens matter more than we might think, I think.
Though I’m not knocking any excuses to eat cake.
But it’s the in between where we find the real story.
The juicy details.
The stuff we really want to know.
The struggle and triumph.
The in between is everything.
Everything but the bookmarks.
The in between is where real life happens.
Messy, beautiful life.
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This post is a response to Lisa Jo Baker's weekly blog linkup, a chance to free write for five minutes flat, about a new prompt each week.
It's a wonderful chance to revive atrophied creative muscles.
And the photo above seemed fitting, as it is both proof of my husband's first barista(o) efforts, and a shot of my "Craft Room" in its own in between.
I've been working off and on for weeks to transform the spare bedroom that was once stuffed to the brim with boxes, into a usable space for scrapbooking and other nerdy creative pursuits.
And it's come a long way from the air-conditioned storage space it was. Still I'm quick to dismiss projects/ideas/rooms as not ready to share, when I feel like they're trapped in limbo between start and finish.
But this prompt reminded me to celebrate my works in progress, like this space, and me.
And I'm thankful for that. And the latte. And the creative escape.
And, a lot of things (when I stop and take a second to realize it).
I'm thankful for a lot.
Now, Happy Almost Monday.