Here's what made me smile this week:
I started reading this book upon finishing Anne Frank. It is profound and funny and relatable. I was looking for something light after two biographies, so I found this on my bookshelf. I didn't know it was about cancer. But even still, it is interesting and not depressing (so far).
I have a full library here of books, many I haven't read. I always browse the Half Price Books clearance section and pick up memoirs or best sellers or other works by authors I know. But even still, I occasionally reserve books at the library - the three week deadline seems to speed up my very slow reading pace. I decided to read some of the books that will be movies soon. So I went and picked up a couple yesterday and realized once I saw the covers that one I already had, sitting in my own library - the Nick Hornby one (he also wrote About a Boy). While going through my library, I found the picture above in a book. Gracie made this for me years ago.
My life, although I am only 31, has already been full. This man I get to call my husband, the three beautiful children I have given birth to, and being able to watch the two boys grow and learn every day.
Steve and I don't get much time together just the two of us. But when we do, and we're not doing chores, we sometimes have these interesting and deep conversations that I look forward to and look back on with joy. The other night, he said to me that he barely gets to see his boys. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You live with us. You see us every day."
"I know," he replied, "but I'm at work all day and I get jealous that I'm missing out on what they're doing. That you get to be with them all the time every day and I only see them in the evenings."
It made me tear up. That he is jealous of me and that it is because of him that I get to do exactly what makes him jealous in the first place. These kids are pretty great. I would be jealous of anyone who got to spend more time with them than I do, too.