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Here I am posting for today at 7 PM. This weekend we were able to go up and see my sweet step-daughter, Kaitlyn, up by Cleveland where she goes to school and is a senior. It's about 3 hours away from us. She plays soccer for her college team and today was Senior Day. We had a nice visit with her yesterday, went to see a movie, then out to dinner and our littlest, Riley, got to spend the night with big sissy at her apartment, while the boys, hubby, and I stayed in a nearby hotel.
Here I am posting for today at 7 PM. This weekend we were able to go up and see my sweet step-daughter, Kaitlyn, up by Cleveland where she goes to school and is a senior. It's about 3 hours away from us. She plays soccer for her college team and today was Senior Day. We had a nice visit with her yesterday, went to see a movie, then out to dinner and our littlest, Riley, got to spend the night with big sissy at her apartment, while the boys, hubby, and I stayed in a nearby hotel.
Today during the game today it poured freezing rain. We huddled together in the stands to cheer for our girl, fighting over Umbrellas, grumbling when the neighboring umbrella dripped water on us, yet giggling and cheering with numb, shaking fingers holding umbrellas and hoods up. I have no idea how Kaitlyn and the other players played so hard in those conditions. It was wicked-nasty out. Riley kept saying, "I don't like that Sandy," referring to the incoming storm.
Now home, a little bit ago I was in our Laundry room, sorting all of our weekend getaway items, wet clothing, blankets, gross, rolled-up socks, and winter coats.
I could have gotten stressed and overwhelmed by those wet piles but I didn't. I could have worried that I hadn't thought ahead about what I was going to write about for today but I didn't do that, either. Because when life happens, those fun, memory-filled, proud moments come, you need to be 100% present and grateful and not worried or you'll miss the important stuff. Being with family is about the most important stuff there is.
Sometimes it's hard to put things in perspective, ranking them in order of importance. Listening to my daughter read is more important than looking at Pinterest. Having a good conversation with my Hubby is more important than folding laundry. Showing my boys that I care by stopping what I am doing to help them or really, truly listen to them is more important than blogging.
I hope you let life get in your way and put things in perspective. You'll never look back and wish you had folded more laundry or were on your phone more.
