Week 11 | Savor


It's a good word, really.  It's a good mindful exercise.  And it's a good way to stay awake during the routine moments of our day. So, savor. 

--Shawn @ AA/P52


Though to savor typically has something to do with taste or smell, and though I am being typical by using this prompt to talk about food, I beg you to to hang with me. There was so much to savor yesterday.


We were having family and a few friends over for Rich's 35th birthday, his request was teriyaki chicken.  It's my Dad's recipe, and has been made for many people, on many occasions, usually in celebration of some sort.  So I smiled when my husband requested it.  The girls helped me with the marinade in the morning, me flexing my new found desire to let them help me more in the kitchen.  I took a picture of the girls, each with their own batch of marinade in progress, and sent it to my Dad; his response while at work was "Passing on the family recipe".

IN THAT MOMENT, I SAVORED THE THOUGHT OF FAMILY TRADITION

The picture above is of won tons that I was making, my first in a pile of 50.  Dollop, wet, fold, pinch, repeat.  For a short while I was able to complete a good plenty of them in the quiet napping house (…where everyone is sleeping -- from the Napping House Book!), with my {-Hillzy's Fav-} playlist on iTunes playing songs like 'Ho Hey' by the Lumineers and 'The Story' by Brandi Carlile. 

I WAS SAVORING THE MUSIC WITH A QUIET BACKGROUND, HANDS BUSY MAKING SOMETHING FOR MY HUSBAND.  

Early afternoon approached and I decided I had better take another shower before family started to come over.  I had gotten my bangs trimmed that morning, remains of which were stubbornly scattered on my face.  I told the girls I was running upstairs really quickly to shower.  Maycee said, "Why Mom, you look great just like that!". I said thank you, but didn't agree.  I turned the shower on and looked in the mirror.  I brushed of a few scraps of hair, took a step back and thought, you know what?  She's right.  I turned the water off and thanked Maycee again, this time meaning it, when I got back downstairs.  

I SAVORED THE SMILE SHE GAVE ME TO KNOW I REALLY BELIEVED HER.

Family arrived and the girls were so tickled to have their cousins around.  They ran around, played 'dog', and corn hole.  Hadz wasn't shy as she has been in the past to particpate in their games.  She would usually sit close to me, or watch from her perch on my hip, not afraid but not willing to commit to the goings-on around her.  This time was different.  She was playful, and initiated it more than I had seen before.  

I SAVORED HE IN HER NEW-FOUND AMBITION, COURAGE AND GLEE.  


We ate, we talked; ladies in the kitchen, men outside around the BBQ, kids somewhere in-between.  It is something that we have done less of lately, busy schedules and desires to unwind on the weekend seem to overshadow the fact that it's really not that much work, its really not that hard, to get everyone together in the same place.  To savor each other.  


And to glance outside every so often and make eye contact with my husband, I knew he felt happy and relaxed.  Amidst all the hard work he puts in for our familiy, all the hours spent on the computer, the phone, the road … last night he could let it all go.  I thought of the way he can turn an ordinary moment into one full of giggling, playful, happy girls.  The way he has made this journey of parenthood so real and enjoyable to partake in together.  The way he looks, from my perspective, when he looks at me, and really sees me -- I see in his smile all that makes me love him regardless of time and age. 

and so, I WAS ABLE TO SAVOR HIM, TOO. 

 



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