I’m a person who is drastically affected by her physical, even aesthetic, environment. Dear knows that I have to live in a place with light, for instance. This week, two things that changed my environment, just a little, brought me joy every time I saw them.
One of these pick-me-ups was this perky bouquet of pink Gerbera daisies and yellow roses from Dear. He brought them home after a particularly sleepless night when I woke up grumpier than usual. The thought behind these, the act of cutting and arranging them, and then looking at them comforted me, calmed me, and cheered me up. How could they not?
The other was this super cool San Francisco print on metal that absolutely complements the colors in the sunroom. It was a birthday gift for Danny’s birthday — for me! =D (Okay, technically, it was for him because it decorates the sunroom, which is mostly the kids’ playroom. But really it was, it is, for me. And nothing wrong with mothers receiving gifts every once in a while on their kids’ birthdays, right??)
There are several unfinished projects around the house from when we moved in about nine months ago. (In my defense, if you’re horrified, I got pregnant — and therefore sick — only three months after moving in.) Anyway, one of these projects is hanging up pictures in the sunroom. This print, which melds perfectly with my intended theme, makes me feel like the house is getting finished! Really, it buoys me. And that means a lot to this third-trimester-mother who knows, experientially, that nesting is a very, very real phenomenon.
I’m almost sure I won’t be able to get everything I want to get done before baby boy is born, but I want to remember to enjoy and be grateful for the little things that mean a lot.