Last week you all had me in stitches. It is official: Monday Listicles crowd is funny. With capital F. Oh dear, this doesn’t sound right. Anyway, I loved the Valentine’s listicle and I am really excited to see what you share with us today.
This week Wendy from Stamping rules calls the topic: 10 tiny (or secret) things that bring you joy. I had a great day yesterday made of so many happy moments and I narrowed it down to ten, just for you. I also realized I have no little secret pleasures. Must work on that! How about you?
Next week is Kerry’s turn to call the topic. In fact she send me some great ideas and I will share the with you in months to come. First up: 10 DUMBEST PURCHASES. In my case we can increase it to 100 easily…
Make a list, check it twice, link it up. Read others. Have fun!
10 TINY THINGS THAT BROUGHT ME JOY YESTERDAY
1. Little J’s smile in the morning. It’s great to have a morning person in the house before coffee.
2. Going in for a haircut.
3. My fab hairdresser Leslie noticing that we could chop a little more and meet the 10 inch requirement to donate my hair.
4. Little J saying I look beautiful when I walked in with short, brown hair.
5. Husband holding tools in tight t-shirt, doing house repairs.
6. Husband fixing things. As in better then new!
7. Taking Big M for a walk. Just the two of us.
8. Going for pizza at our favorite place.
9. Live band at the pizzeria playing our song.
10. Watching new Bond movie and eating salted chocolate truffles. On our couch. My kinda movie date.
Normally I only ride when my son is in preschool but husband had a day off so I took advantage of it. I reasoned that I had to wash the dog anyway after brushing him for hours, so I really had no choice…
I saddled up and went for a trail ride. All the horses were put away in stalls for the night, pastures were empty and deer were feeding on the grass by the track. Max was soaked from the shower I gave him earlier and smelling like Mane’n tail. He was trotting along, his tail hi up, probably fancying himself a bit of a horse too. Vizon was feeling rather competitive, wanting to race my dog. I sat there, controlling his pace, wandering what goes through his mind as I ride him on a late summer afternoon.
They both noticed the deer grazing and dog charged after him. As if he was ever going to catch him. And if so, what would he do with him anyway? Vizon was staring at the chase, wanting to trot faster. We took the curb and rode over the leaves that have started falling in the past week. The sound of them crushing under my horses huffs, my dog panting by the side of us, trying to catch up and the breeze on my face made me happy. Riding on a quiet afternoon, on an empty farm, alone, made me happy.
Then the guilt came over me. What kind of mother am I? My happiest moment of the day is spend with my animals. What kind of wife am I? When I think of a perfect afternoon, my husband’s role in it is one of a babysitter. What kind of friend am I? Being glad that I waved at my girlfriends leaving through the gate as I entered the farm?
I looked at the time. Then I decided to go another lap around the racetrack. And we galloped all the way. Max and Vizon racing, the dust on the track lifting up behind us. Nobody could see us through it, so I smiled. I will hug my boy, kiss my man and spend time with my friends later. But right now we will run free.