
Dustin took off this morning with the kiddos and his parents to attend some festivities in a town a few hours away. I stayed behind to catch up on some work, and to bask in some *Sandi-time*. (If I could figure out how to put the little TM thingy up there next to Sandi-time, I would-but I don't feel like searching it out. So just imagine it's there, m'kay?)
I headed out to the Farmers Market this morning, by myself. I've never done that before, oddly enough, but I found it thouroughly enjoyable. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and spending time with them, but going to the market alone this morning was mentally calming to me.
It also made me come to this realization that even though you are a wife & mother (or husband & father) you are still yourself.
I walked around and immediately headed for the waffle vendor because that's what we always get as a family. But on my way over there, I thought-"I'd really prefer a pastry." So I got one. The most fabulous Nutella stuffed pastry I've ever eaten.
I stopped at the flower stand that Ethan never has the patience for and picked out my own little bouqet. .25 cents a stem!
And then I headed over to the fancy cookie counter because the kids like to pick out a cookie for dessert. But on my way over there, I realized I would much rather have some glorious cheese. So that's what I got. And some beautiful balsamic, basil and heirloom tomatoes to go with it.


Aren't they gorgeous? Mmm..
And then I came home and sewed for hours. And ate my weight in cinnamon sugar pita chips. It has been a blissful day. A completely selfish day, that I don't feel guilty about in the slightest. It has been soulful.
The best part of the day? As I was driving home and at a stoplight, I looked across the street at the crowd crossing and saw a beautiful woman laughing while she juggled her little boy across the street. I smiled continued to watch them. There was something about her.. Then I realized I knew her. A week and a half ago, I attended her husband's funeral. He lost his battle with leukemia at a sadly early age leaving his wife and two young sons. It was the most uplifting funeral I have ever attended and I wrote a good 3 pages about it in my journal.
Seeing his wife smiling, jogging across the street with her son, out and about and enjoying the farmers market a week and a half after burying her husband.. It just made me incredibly happy. Happy in the knowledge that life is a such a joy. Happy in the knowledge that life doesn't end in death. Happy for my own husband that doesn't hesitate for a second to take the kids for a weekend when I have a full plate. Just happy for life.
Remember to enjoy it. (In case you're wondering, LIFE goes really well with cheese.)
Also, in case you are worried about me announcing on the internet that I am alone this weekend, don't worry - the attack bears are back & literally would eat anyone trying to get in after dark. ;)
xo
Sandi