Monday, March 4, 2013

It's in the details ...

J and I are best friends. We are partners. We are teammates. We know exactly how the other is going to react to pretty much every situation. And in almost every situation, we are going to react in completely opposite ways. Honestly, as much as it can annoy me at times, I like this difference. We balance each other. We balance our family.

J is a big picture guy. He's quick to assume that things are either good or bad. Positive or negative. Amazing or catastrophic. I often think he can't see how an event, mishap or experience could be both.

I'm nothing like that. Yeah, I can see the big picture, but it always seems so far away to me. Instead, I focus (maybe obsess) on the details. I know that it's the details that are going to come together to build the big picture. Things aren't win or lose. They aren't black or white. And most of the time, I can see that everything that is thrown at us is a positive. Even if you really have to struggle to find the good.

This weekend was a bust. Dizzle was sent home from school on Friday (after sitting in the clinic for two hours because I don't run with my phone) with Strep. On Saturday, I got a call that Doodle had her fourth UTI in three months (don't get me started on how long it's taking to get in at the urologist). We were trapped in our house tending to whiny, stir-crazy kids.

Somewhere, in the middle of all that, the negative floated away.
  • Doodle proved once again that she is my daughter. I found this little gem when I emptied her backpack after school.

  • Dizzle and I spend hours snuggling. Something my "I'm too old for this" seven year old, often doesn't want any of.
  • Dilly once again proved that she's got a unique style. I'll never quite know why she paired that sweatband with that outfit.
  • Doodle read Are You My Mother? from cover to cover by herself. Pretty awesome to watch your five year old do that.
  • We slept in (yes, 7:30 is sleeping in) and all crammed in our king sized bed for the morning.
  • I still managed to train hard, proving yet again, that with my family's support, I will be ready for Rev3 Cedar Point.
  • The kids made a mess and it almost didn't bother me. Their laughter and friendship seemed to make it all OK.
  • We acted like goofballs.
  • My little sister, G, found a house (or two) to put an offer on. I hate to see her go, but it's kind of awesome to know that I've been able to help her establish herself.
  • J and I made a plan to get our home to where we want it to be. It will take time and a lot of work, but I'm excited about the potential.
  • We talked to the girls about their hobbies and interests. It always amazes me to hear what they value and how that compares to what we are telling them they should value. 
  • We spent hours doing nothing at all. And it was blissful.
During those 48 hours, there were so many amazing moments that the fact that our weekend was a bust became irrelevant. Instead, I was once again reminded that our life is in the details ...

4 comments:

Holly K-N said...

Sounds to me like it was anything BUT a bust, then... Maybe just a little too germ-y. :)

Hope everyone is well on the way to healthy now...

Shellyrm ~ just a country runner said...

doesn't sound like it was a bust too me. great time spent!

Wendy said...

Way to go!

I love it when our kids amaze us!

Shining Susanna slept nearly the entire way to and from Ogden to Reno over the weekend, as the hub was presenting at a conference.

Yes, 9 hours of sleep on a 9.5 hour drive with only 15 minutes of crying each way. (Not the wailing, freaking out, save me kind of crying either!)

Colleen said...

Kind of sounds like a perfect weekend - one that brings a lot of happiness to everyone! :) xo