When Brie asked me to guest blog, I felt so honored. But I am not a blogger. I’ve only rarely kept a journal in the past, and I absolutely hate writing. To me, there are two kinds of people in this world: those who blog and those who don’t. And because I have difficulty in writing, I admire those who can. Some people take solace and release in writing. And some people, like me, take solace and release in our own thoughts. Brie and my husband are examples of those who blog. They are individuals gifted with the talent to express how they feel and what they experience in words – Eloquent words that allow the reader to capture the moment of their thoughts. I, on the other hand, choose to keep my thoughts private. It is my retreat where it’s just me and me alone.
But I want to do this because Brie asked me to, but most importantly, because I want her to know how appreciative I am that she sees more to me than I do. So Brie, this is for you…
The (work) week is almost to an end. Yes, tomorrow is Friday. In my opinion, Friday’s are the best day of the week. Well, more specifically, Friday evenings. Only because after a long hard week of doing what other’s expect you to do, you have TWO full days to play and to do what you want to do. There’s nothing like having a glass of wine, watching your favorite TV show or movie, and knowing that you can sleep in the next morning. But oddly enough, I’ve experienced the best moments on Sunday mornings (Perhaps it’s because it’s the last day or ‘last call of the night’ before reality and the expectations of life can take hold of you).
It’s in that moment that I am slowly waking up and the whole house is quiet. Time is of no essence. I breathe in deeply and open my eyes to the sunlight seeping through the window shade. I look around and see my two golden retrievers fast asleep. One is sprawled out next to me, upside down with all four paws in the air, her warmth caressing my body. The other is laying width-wise on the bed, resting his head on my leg. I can hear the soft, deep breaths of my husband lying next to me still sound asleep.
It is in that moment that I feel utterly content. Peace has filled the space around me. I think to myself that I could lay here for the rest of the day if I wanted to – No worries, no pain or sorrow, but to lay here the whole day to experience and embrace this moment of pure happiness.