Enjoying the Simple Things

It's been a little quiet around these parts - we've been focused on staying home.

Staying together.

Funny. When this pandemic was announced and we went into quarantine - I could never have imagined that it would have gone on for this long. That 4 months later, not very much has changed.

And I definitely couldn't imagine that I might one day miss this time.

It's become what some might call the "new norm". But not in the way the media is using the term.

It's become the new norm for my little family.

We're home. We're together. We have learned what's truly important. And it lies between these four walls.

I think in some odd way, we've all begun to rely on each other more.

We expect dinner to be together.

We check more if any one of us is not here.

We are just together. 

I've always been a big proponent of the little things. The simples of things.

Have always believed that therein lies the magic of memories.

Here's a test -

Think about your very favourite childhood memory.

The one you never forget; the one that if you close your eyes, you can almost remember the feeling of being there. 

For me, the fondest memories are of weeknight trips to get ice cream with my dad. Sharing a Dairy Queen banana split. 

Sunday at the beach with family - if I close my eyes, I can almost taste the peaches my mom would hand out that I would enjoy while lying on a beach towel. (and brushing sand out of my mouth that got there from hours spent digging + no one telling me to wash my hands)

The point here is that I feel we try so hard to do these extraordinary things with our children. 

Vacations, extended day trips, staying at the best hotels - and all of these things are well and good (and I love them!) but the magic?

The magic is in the simple things.

Let's never forget.

God help us if this time hasn't taught us anything.

xo