Tuesday was like milk and honey. It felt so good and warm and soothing. It moved really, really slow, and for a moment I thought maybe, just maybe, this day doesn't have a beginning or end. It might just last forever.
As silly and childish as it sounds, I prayed it would last forever. I prayed it could always feel like this.
I love the way milk & honey swirl together in perfect harmony in tea. I love wrapping both hands around my warm mug, pressing it to my lips, taking a sip, and for a moment, on a cold winter day, when you are sneezing and tired, all seems well with the world.
Matthew made breakfast and I peered out the kitchen window, sipped my coffee and shouted, " I LOVE snow."
"I think you love snow days, Maeve."
Yeah, that's probably more accurate.
Because it's not necessarily the snow that I love. It's the way snow covered streets and smoke from chimneys looks and feels. It's how, unlike other days, it begs you to be still and curl up on the couch with wool socks and a blanket and a really good book.
A day that is totally okay and acceptable to stay in your jammies'.
A day where making and eating breakfast should take up the whole morning because, do you really have anywhere else better to be?
I let Matthew take full reign in the kitchen that morning. I'll admit, I can be incredibly bossy and controlling in the kitchen. But this snow day, I let him play chef. I let him make a mess and try things and experiment.
It was adorable. And, it was delicious.
We drank way more than coffee than we ever should and moved from the table to the couch, to read the bible. To actually start our little bible book club, the one I talked about in this post.
Folks, we rarely read our bibles - together. I say that because it's true and this is an honest place. But we sat there, reading at our own pace, sitting on opposite sides of the couch and it felt so good and right. There is power in it. I've been told this, time and time again, but I can't say I've always truly believed that.
We ventured out of our warm house to the gym and to our favorite little coffee shop in town for hot chocolate. Because we're firm believers in treating yourself when you do something good.
We ate butternut squash soup and bread and drank a really good stout beer that my Dad brought over - thanks Pops. We played "People Are Awesome" videos on youtube and reenacted them in our kitchen.
I was wingsuit flying over the ocean. [If you are completely confused, I was too. It looks a little something like this.] I think Matthew was pretending to do some extreme sport? Though, it quickly became a techno dance party instead, involving chair standing and fist pumping.
Just your normal Tuesday night, ya know?
Sometimes, I take life and myself way too seriously and I forget to be silly. It felt so good to be silly.
I couldn't let go of Tuesday quite yet, it was too good, so I insisted we went out to dinner.
So we did just that.
Off to TGI Fridays we went, a place I've been probably 3 times in my entire life. And there we sat, on a booth, side by side. The way it felt when we first started dating. The way it felt when we wanted to know every little thing about each other // every nook, every cranny, every story.
It's amazing how quickly you can forget to do that - date each other.
When we got back in the car, Matthew said, "I think this has been one of my most favorite days of being married to you."
And I had to agree - with all my heart and soul. Because it was so ordinary and plain and simple. It was sweet and warm and slow.
Because lets be real, some days it's hard - really hard.
But when it's hard and busy and I ache for snow days on Tuesday, I'll know just what to do. Thank goodness I can feel this day - over and over again with my darling, if I need too.
All it'll take is a cup of tea - with a little milk and honey.