I feel like I have a lot to share.
It’s a matter of stopping long enough to write it out. I am staying home this weekend, so I’ve been going through the house doing things that bring me joy. My daughter left to go visit her Dad, so I started with beauty.
There are not a lot of rules in our home, but for the next three days there are none! My philosophy is, you should know what is good for you, what is bad for you, and do everything in love.
We love candles. We don’t buy just any candle though, they have to speak to us. Yesterday, we stood in front of an entire aisle of them at Target. None of them were screaming, ‘Pick me!’ I would rather buy one pretty one, that smells divine, than ten less expensive ones that I won’t enjoy. While I was looking them over, my daughter disappeared from the aisle.
She was on a mission to see if she could find one that smelled good, and was meaningful. This is the one she chose, and I knew she loved it for what it said. #Blessed. It also smelled good. She sat down at the table this morning, took the lid off, and lit a match. She knows we are blessed, and has learned the little things make up the big thing.
A Beautiful Life.
Earlier this week, she offered to go to the grocery store, and I happily made the list. She inquires a lot about my childhood, and asks if I had these things as I was growing up. The answer is usually no.
Something as simple as real maple syrup. This right here is a thing of beauty for me.
I had maple syrup on the grocery list, and this is what my daughter brought home. Does it cost more than the plastic bottle shaped woman? Yes, but not a lot more. Because it is real, it has a lot more flavor, so we use less. We pour it in shallow bowls to enjoy the color, and dip what we’re eating.
She made French Toast before she left, and I told her I would clean the kitchen. Before I started cleaning, I looked for something to munch on. I was craving some Party Mix. Opening the pantry, I saw I had enough ingredients left from Christmas to make a batch.
My Mother made this at Christmas, and only Christmas. My daughter would be proud that I made a batch today, just because I could. It felt like I was breaking one of those rules that was instilled in me long ago.
I had the ingredients, so why not? Do you need to break some rules? Do you have beliefs that no longer make sense?
We get to choose what we bring into our life, and what brings us the most joy. Do I buy the case of white paper towels at the wholesaler, or do I wait to find a pretty roll, and smile every time I tear one off.
I will choose to buy what brings joy, and enjoy using every single sheet. Paper towels, were on the list, and my girl knows pretty.
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This post is so meaningful to me. 💕 I love that you break the rules so you can enjoy life more. 👍 I need to do this so badly! 😐 The small joys in life may cost more but they can enhance life exponentially. 😊
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