Oh how the week seems to have slipped away from me. I can hardly believe we’re past February’s half way mark. It will be Spring before we know it! I had post ideas planned for each day this week but found myself scrambling about struggling to accomplish all of the menial tasks we all have on our plates. Filing, paying bills, calling my health insurance, searching for a new apartment, grocery shopping-all the normal tasks just seem to expand to fill available time! Compared to many people (probably even some of you) I have an abundance of free time (no kids!!!) but this week has seemed to dissipate. I’ve had a lot on my mind over the past few weeks and I sort of wonder if that mental heaviness weights me down and makes all the little tasks take longer.
Tuesday evening, Valentine’s Day, I wasn’t sure that Jordan and I would be celebrating. We had just celebrated our anniversary over the weekend and after Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s, my month of birthday celebrations and our anniversary Jordan sort of scoffed at the idea of another holiday. As much as I love to celebrate I can’t say I really blame him. Celebrating tends to feel more special when it isn’t a constant state of being you know what I mean?
So I wasn’t expecting much of anything for Valentine’s Day but I was excited to spend an evening at home with Jordan. Despite living together evenings at home together are difficult to synchronize. Jordan usually works in the evenings so more often than not I’m spending time with friends, hitting the gym or trying out a new recipe on my own. I arrived home to a freshly cleaned kitchen and a sweet love letter. Jordan drew me a bath filled with rose petals, poured me a glass of champagne with raspberries and urged me to relax while he cooked dinner.
The rose filled tub felt glamorous even in our less than luxurious apartment grade bathroom. The shrimp linguine was fresh and flavor filled and the company (Jordan and Pierre) was divine. I live for nights meant for cuddling up and staying in. We conversed and spent time writing in our adventure journal and probably fell asleep by ten.
Its difficult to adequately document life’s simple pleasures. I feel like whatever I write is too sappy or feels overly contrived or wanders into #blessed territory. But I love looking back on this blog and peeking into my memories as they were formed. We just don’t have recollection that can really account for those warm fuzzy moments and by reading it’s like I can dive back into the very moment that made my heart flutter.