While I was working, I remember counting down the hours of my Friday. I felt like a school girl waiting for the last bell to ring. Freedom. Fridays meant I would finally be able to relax, get things done around the house, and enjoy friends, family, and especially my husband.
Fridays are different now. The bell is fading. It is being replaced with pondering and questioning. The weekdays fly by, and I am left wondering, what in the world did I do?
Of course I did four loads of laundry, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, swept, mopped and vacuumed Dexter's hair from the floor. It's times like these I wish he were a poodle.
I walked for about an hour and half everyday with Dexter and my mom.
I built two dressers for our room. I smugly mocked the instructions that had an X on working alone, while two men stand with hammers and a pencil smiling, take that Ikea.
I watched my friends' boys while they were stranded at the hospital waiting for an ultrasound.
I continued to decorate the kid room.
I made my bed everyday, tucking in the sides, and placing the pillows as best as I could. (Our pillows are too small for their shams, so they look weird.)
And that's what I did. This is my life, right now. And you know what? I love it.
I'm not going to wait "for my life to begin" once we're licensed, or once we have a child in our home. This is the day He has made, and I do rejoice in it. I rejoice that I am able to be home, and make the house look lovely for my husband and roommate when they come home. I rejoice that I can be available to friends at any moment. I rejoice that life is slower and I am able to spend time with my Lord and savour it.
Today is my brother Rodney's birthday.
Rodney is my second oldest brother.
He is an artist at heart, smooth a silk pie and as sweet as honey.
Happy birthday Rodney. Now, let's go have some pizza.
For those of you out in the working field, Happy Friday, you made it once again. Congrats.
And Happy Friday to the rest of us, even if it is a little anti-climatic.