The girls were so excited that yesterday was our wedding anniversary. They decided that we should have a "feast". How could I say no to that? 🙂
Truth be told, I was feeling a teensy bit sad inside and I needed this idea.
After I got H from school, we headed to Fresh Market. By the way, if you've never pushed one baby in a stroller,pulled another one in a cart, and wrangled a 4 year old and 5 year old whilst at Fresh Market…well let's just say it's quite the experience. Those aisles do NOT have much wriggle room.
But I digress…
So S said we needed FLOWERS! I agreed and we scooped up some yellow tulips.
Harper said we needed FEAST food. So we picked up salmon and veggies (for me) and empanadas and mashed potatoes for them (yes totally random but I let them choose!).
I said we needed to have a TOAST! So I found a bottle of sparkling apple cider.
When we got home we fed the babies and put them down and got to work.
Harper chose a tablecloth (please note the random burro motif she chose in the photo above), Sadie helped me arrange the tulips. I poured the cider and set the table and we sat down to eat.
I swear to you I'm teary right now. I know this is silly but y'all…my heart was so full at that moment. We snapped a photo with the timer (note the Bible the phone was balanced on, ha!) and said a toast. I said a prayer about how thankful I am for their daddy and how much I love him…
And then H+S said they had something for me. They both stared right at me and sang
"Happy Anniversary to YOU
Happy Anniversary to YOU
Happy Anniversary Mommy and Daddy
Happy Anniversary to YOU!"
And I was overwhelmed with gratitude. And joy. And sadness.
And quietly in my heart I heard these words.
"we must be doing something right".
Lots of times I don't feel that way. Most times I don't feel that way. Most times I'm tired and wondering what I'm doing. But gosh, when something like that happens…I just know we are all going to be okay.
You see, they save me. They don't know it but they do. On days where I'm lonely, and missing him,and tired…they love on me extra.
Their sweet smiles and the way their hair smells saves me.
Now remind me of this later today when they are fighting over how they both want to be Dorothy ON HALLOWEEN IN SEVEN MONTHS.
Remind me of this when one of the babies throws my toothbrush in the toilet.