I often find myself looking around our apartment, at Adam studying at the table, and remembering how I yearned for this normalcy a year ago. We were constantly driving back and forth to each others places to see one another, never really having a spot to call our own. It's a humbling reminder that good things do indeed come to those who wait, but its also important to enjoy each stage that you're at. Whether it's buying a house, a bigger car or having more 'things', it's all going to happen in it's own time. I want to slow down (I'm working on that) and remember times like this, in our one bedroom apartment, one car, no kids or pets and only a few pieces of furniture to our name. Most importantly, however, is that I want to remember how incredibly loved and complete I feel. Filling your cup is an example we heard during on of our pre-marital meetings with our pastor. Often stressful things in your daily life will slowly empty your cup. A stressful coworker, a microwave that breaks down, getting caught in bad traffic or spilling on your favorite shirt. Those kinds of things. Filing your cup is whatever brings you back to being happy, content and fulfilled. I always want my cup to be filled by my faith, family and friends. When you boil life down, that's all that really matters in my opinion. If your happiness stems from anything else, I can assure you it will be short-lived. A shirt can be washed and an appliance can be replaced, but not spending time talking to God or those you love is something you will always regret. No matter where life may take us, I want to always remember that now (when life is more simple for us), I could not be happier. My cup is filled every night and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. There is a song by Lonestar that says "But the view I love the most, is my front porch looking in". That's my kind of life.
|Snuffy's Malt Shop|
|Our first Christmas tree!|