Today, I’m going to share a random list of things I learned this month. It’s a lovely idea my friend, Emily, has been posting about for a while now.
So. Things I learned in March:
I LEARNED AGAIN THAT ONE HOUR AND CHANGE IS NOTHING BETWEEN FRIENDS.
I am absolutely privileged to call this lady my friend. Last week, I made the drive up to her house where I sat on her couch, loved on her dog and asked him to mentor Grover, paged through her new book that comes out on APRIL 29th (You will want to read it!), took pictures of her pond and flowering branches, poured out my heart and ate fudge pie that Edie had left the day before (Winning.). I have much more to say about this but the more I wrote the more I realized that it was becoming a blog post of its own. Bottom line: friendships grow in lovely and unexpected places and stopping time for a moment to nurture them is better than great. That canvas print is by my dear friend Jessi’s design shop, Naptime Diaries.
I LEARNED THAT YOU CAN USE A DRY-ERASE MARKER ON YOUR WASHING MACHINE.
Here’s why that’s important: maybe you saved up your birthday money and went shopping for an army green jacket you’ve wanted forever. Maybe you found the loveliest jacket–the last one on the rack–that was army green and a motorcycle jacket. Maybe it was a steal and you felt extra proud. Maybe you felt big city wearing it. Maybe you wore it practically everyday. Maybe you left it slung across the back of a kitchen chair, as you would OBVIOUSLY do when you want to take care of something well. Maybe your son spilled Chick-Fil-A sauce on it. Maybe you thought, “It’s okAY. I can wash it and air dry it.” Maybe you forgot about it and ran it through the dryer. Maybe it’s your nine-year-old daughter’s very chic, big city, motorcycle jacket now.
And that is why we should all follow my very wise (and dear) friend Caroline’s advice and use a dry erase marker on the washer lid to remind ourselves of what is in the washer but can’t go in the dryer.
I LEARNED THAT CHILDREN REALLY DO GROW UP AND OUT.
Our girl’s nine-year-old birthday this week was just the loveliest day. We tricked her into thinking she wasn’t getting the very thing she has been wanting for months when it was wrapped up all along. The moment she realized it was intended for her? Etched in my mind and heart forever. In the midst of my trying to wrangle all the things just so, she very sweetly suggested that I didn’t have to “do ALL OF that” for her. I wanted to. I wanted it to be sweet. And not every day is like that. Not even. It was a sweet reminder that God is shaping my children and He has a vision for their hearts. I just have to bring my human attempts at stewarding them to Him.
I LEARNED AGAIN THAT COLORS ARE MY THING.
My friend gave me that bright, floral painting. I love it. The end.