It is so easy to get caught up in the rush of life and let the smallest moments of your life slip by unnoticed. We all do it. But I want to try and be better at acknowledging the moment. Even if it is horrible or boring or awkward.
Tonight, after Eliza was in bed and after David and I caught up on Mad Men for the week, we lingered on the couch and debated the merits of unloading the dishwasher tonight or tomorrow morning before work. I mistakenly started to say: “Don’t put off until today what you can do tomorrow.” In case you don’t know, I am a rather excellent quote/idiom-butcherer. Finally, I told David I would unload it if he just sat in the kitchen with me. And so I did, and he followed. When I was finished, he started reloading. We were like a machine, our routine completely effortless for all the time we spent putting it off. Then I started to do a very uncoordinated cheerleading routine that was straight-up ridiculous and solidifies me as a children’s librarian, in case there is any doubt. I leaned against the counter and we just talked about this and that. I’m pretty sure there was some ribbing about who is the better dishwasher loader (me, of course). If I hadn’t been so aware at the time, the moment would have slipped right by. And maybe that isn’t so horrible, there is nothing earth-shattering here, but in that moment I just felt really good and content and I just want to remember that because it is so easy to forget, it kills me sometimes.