The other night I had a precious moment. Really small and simple. But precious nonetheless… and I wanted to share.
I’d had a hard day. Mikey was fractious and I was tired. I was feeling especially conscious of our tiny house, cramped and cluttered. I was tired of budgeting, tired of worrying about money, just tired!
After dinner, when Micah was asleep, and the sun had set … I pottered around tidying bits of pieces and getting things ready for the next day. I lit my Christmas candles and turned on the lights of our little Christmas twigs to try and boost my mood.
Chris came in to the room and just then, John Mayer Slow Dancing in a Burning Room came on our MP3 player.
Chris danced with me.
I don’t think there are many feelings I enjoy more than that of having my husband’s strong arms around my waist. As he slowly rocked me around the room, my eyes flittered from one little pleasure to another… a framed wedding photo, my new hurricane vase, Mikey’s little toy box, our waffle-rug throw, all the red touches in our kitchen that I have lovingly added over the last three years, one of my Grandfather’s (who has passed away) candle figurines, my tiny little cutting that was taken from one of my mothers that is now starting to take on a life its own…. all these little things that I love. That I really love.
My house may be small – Mikey may not have a proper room of his on yet. I may not have decked it out in gorgeous blues and darling baby furniture.
But my home is filled with all that I love.
And, there was nothing more cosy and romantic than slow dancing to one of my favourite John Mayer songs.
If you own this song – please listen to it again. I can’t recommend it enough.
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