Weekending

Weekending

On Mondays I always look back on my weekend with a sense of longing… Longing to feel unhurried, unstressed, unscheduled. Longing to be home, surrounded by my loves, living life with each moment.

But the weekend, as lovely as it is, is only part of my life. In fact, while it may make up 90% of what I love about my life, it only consists of 28% of my actual living…

Brown and gray outfit.This past weekend was filled with productivity. While Husband cooked up a storm in the kitchen, the rest of the house got a spectacular cleaning. The filing got done, and the filing cabinet even got organized (these kinds of things bring me no end of joy). Out-of-town friends dropped by for a quick tour of the house and garden before heading off again, a birthday party for little ones offered enough sugar and squeals of laughter to last a lifetime.

There were little things, like pairing brown and gray together for the first time (I’m a rule follower–like goes with like–but this time breaking the rules was fun…)

And I found a perfect-for-me, like-new leather purse at the thrift store for $10, it’s a Tyler Rodan handbag that normally goes for $89–these finds always make me happy. We went to the yarn store to pick up another skein so I can continue my wrap. We picked out a copy of Winnie-the-Pooh and The Secret Garden to donate to the Girls and Boys Club; I like to think that somewhere a little girl or boy is being exposed to some of the greatest children’s literature ever written for the very first time.

Husband and I even had a few uninterrupted hours to make homemade pizza, enjoy the use of a private hot tub and settle in to watch a movie. Sometimes these little things really do make all the difference. Because, really, life is in the little things.

Ginger and I had some quality time together…and proved that sitting still for photos isn’t one of her strong suits.

Photo fail.

I woke up this morning refreshed, but not quite ready to face another week. That seems to be how it goes. I’m not sure if it’s the sudden loss of time spent with Husband, the necessity of rushing home to clean stalls or the thought of sitting at a desk for nine hours that gets me, but something about a Monday morning makes me long for the weekend.

The funny thing is, I don’t dislike our weekday life. In fact, I love my job. And I treasure the fact that I get to see my horse so regularly. And Wednesday night small group is one of the highlights of our week.

Perhaps it is less the things we DO during the week but rather HOW we do them that I regret. Hurried. Stressed. Busy. Always checking the clock. Always one more thing to get done. Never enough time. Never fulfilled.

I guess I’m unsure how to implement the weekend rhythm to our weekday life…I’ve tried, but rather unsuccessfully. Maybe instead of trying harder as I always do, I need to try smarter. Maybe there is a way, a theory, an approach as yet undiscovered by me that can transfer the rhythmic productivity to the chaotic rush. Maybe.

Decorative bowl.

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday,
Thank you for providing chamomile tea this morning…I have a feeling I’m going to need it today.

Orange flower.Dear June,
Only a few days of this month remaining…I’m sorry to say that I am glad. June has been a long, hard month for us. I truly want to enjoy summer–embrace it–but I need the time to do that.

Dear July,
Please be kinder than June.

Dear Truck (BTW, I think you need a name),
Well, we’re off and running–hit 60,000 miles. Can’t wait to see what you bring into my life during your next 60,000…

My odometer

Dear Husband,
Thank you for everything you are and do. And for time spent together. It means more than you can know. And thanks for the belated Christmas present…(details to come!)

Dear Projects,
We’re having fun! Just wait, there are more in store over the next few months…

One of my latest projects...

Dear Peter Jr.,
I sincerely cannot wait to meet you! Stay small for another two weeks, okay?

My new nephew, Peter.

Sincerely,
Holly

P.S. New skill to be acquired this summer:
My canning books arrived!


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Dear Monday…

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday,
Dawn came early and cool today. It doesn’t feel like June at all, but I suppose it just gives a little refreshing variety to life here in Virginia Beach.

Dear Norfolk Botanical Garden,
Thank you for lending us a shady spot of grass for our Sunday afternoon picnic. You couldn’t have been more hospitable.

Picnic at Botanical Gardens

Picnicking with friends.

Dear Little Nephew,
I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to the moment you join the world tomorrow. You are precious and loved, little one.

Dear Husband,
I cherished having a whole day with you yesterday… I wish those weren’t so few and far between. I know this is a stage of life that we are going through–one that includes a lot of long hours and little rest. But thanks for giving me priority on Sunday as we rest and spend time with each other and with our Lord.

Me and Husband.

Dear Friends,
Husband and I know without a doubt that we are called to offer our hospitality to our friends and family, especially those in need of respite. We were so honored to be able to offer you a little peace and serenity, even if the weekend was all too brief. We truly hope you will come back again when you need a little more refreshing.

Sincerely,
Holly


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Dear Monday…

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday,
I greet you with a deep breath and a long sigh. Life’s rhythms are keeping me going these days, and you are part of that. While Monday mornings will likely never be my favorite, I’m determined to welcome you into my life and make the best of it.

An evening walk on the beach.Dear G.,
The fact that we haven’t seen each other for nearly three years didn’t seem to matter a bit once I picked you up at the airport. A weekend full of deep soul-searching conversations and lots of laughter was utterly refreshing. It’s part of the rhythm too, I think, these once-every-few-years visits. Still, the time went by far too quickly and I was loathe to say goodbye. Next time, let’s not let it go quite so long. I need friends like you in my everyday life.

Dear Beach,
Sand, surf, waves, wind, sun…you offer everything dear to my heart. Two days in a row of beaching it was just what I needed this weekend, so thanks for always being there, even when I ignore you too often. I promise I will try to do better this summer…

Dear House,
I’m terribly sorry for the neglect. I do love you. But sometimes sandy beach towels strewn over chairs and kicked-off flip-flops on the kitchen floor happen. And sometimes, that’s a good thing.

Flip-flops on the beach.

Dear Little Sports Car,
This may be our final week together…I plan to cherish it.

Sincerely,
Holly


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Dear Monday…

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday,
It’s an “All I Ask of You” kind of day…at least, when that song popped up on Pandora, I was quick to turn up the music and lose myself in the drama for a bit. As Monday mornings go, you could be a lot worse.

Dear Rain,
Rain, rain go away…come again another day (or don’t). I get that you’re very helpful for the garden…but seriously, these daily thunder storms are getting to be a bit much, don’t you think? And the water spout Friday night? A little dramatic if you ask me.

Dear Weekend Adventures,
Thanks. You were awesome. Even if the boat battery did die half way through the evening… Makes for a better memory =).

Boat ride

Sincerely,
Holly


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Dear Monday…

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday,
I can’t say that I was looking forward to your arrival, but with the new leather bag Husband bought me to carry all my work “stuff” in, I am pleasantly surprised by my delight in packing my things to leave for work this morning. Amazing how an over-sized handbag can turn a day around.

Dear Chappy,
Oh, what a wonderful ride we had! Let’s hope it stops raining sometime soon so we can do it again…

RainDear Rain,
Thank you for holding off on Saturday so I could line dry my laundry, and thank you for arriving on Sunday. There’s really nothing like rainy day to make you stop all the craziness and just enjoy. Even if we did get seriously wet running in and out of stores yesterday. But at the same time, I’m not sure I really love the weather report…another week of you might be more than I can handle.
 

Dear Husband,
Thanks for Sunday. I know that I have to share you with the rest of the world Monday through Saturday, but I’m so glad that we set aside Sunday for us.

Dear Charleston, SC,
We might be meeting soon…

Sincerely,
Holly


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Dear Monday…

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday,
How swiftly you appear! Be gentle with me today, despite the joys of the weekend, life has a way of running me down.

Ginger at Oak Grove City ParkDear Oak Grove Lake Park,
Thank you for existing. I forget how much Ginger and I miss you when we neglect our walks. You were a delightful distraction on a lovely Sunday afternoon.

Dear Friends,
Thank you to all of you who spent precious moments and hours with us this weekend, new friends and now-better friends. I forget how much fulfillment friends bring to life. When I get so wrapped up in day-to-day life, activities, errands, and to-do lists, it escapes me how much we need community. But this weekend, several of you gave me a taste of what I have been missing lately. So thank you, for reminding me of the beauty of interpersonal interactions–the joy of just being in community with one another.

Dear Husband,
I truly hope you are having fun on your boys-only surf trip. But I think I’m ready for you to come home. Ginger is too.

Dear Home,
Wasn’t the weekend lovely? Time spent sipping tea on the porch swing in the early morning hours. Waking to the lovely scent of honeysuckle wafting in through the open windows. Hard work put into the garden and flower beds to bring about beauty and simple joy.

Sincerely,
Holly


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Dear Monday…

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday,
After a three day weekend of wonderful memory-making goodness, I find that I don’t dislike you as much as I once did. And that makes me happy.

Dear Husband,
I hope you had a wonderful birthday weekend. Happy 33! When life is hectic and hard, I can see it in your eyes. For the first time in a long time, I saw you truly relax and simply enjoy the weekend. Was it everything you hoped it would be?

Hiking at First Landing State Park in Virginia.

More importantly, was that nine-layer cake worth taking a day off work, driving three hours, and paying the bridge toll to get? =)

Dear Assateague Island,
You really haven’t changed much since I was a little kid and visited you on my summer break. Your beach is still full of shells just waiting to be discovered, and your wind still pelts my skin with tiny, painful grains of sand.

The beach at Assateague Island National Seashore.

But most importantly, you still have the most adorable wild ponies I’ve ever seen.

A wild foal on Assateague Island.

Wild ponies in Maryland.

A special thanks to Husband for sharing his birthday with me by taking me up to Assateague. And another thanks to the National Park system for offering free entrance to national parks across the country for one week in April.

Dear Puppy,

You did so great on our road trip! Can’t believe you’re growing up =).

Taking the puppy to Assateague National Seashore in Maryland.

Taking Ginger for a walk.

Dear week,
There is a lot to be done in preparation for graduation, out of town guests, and the big celebration we’re planning. So please, be kind. I’m sure I will need a little grace over the next few days.

Sincerely,
Holly


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Dear Monday…

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday,
Please be a calm, quiet day. I think I need to ease back into the workweek…

The puppy Ginger.

Dear Power Company,
Will you please get my electricity back on? Putting on mascara in the dark was an experience I would rather not go through again tomorrow.

Rainy Sunday

Dear Rainy Sunday,
Can I just say thank you? You were exactly what Husband and I needed. A day of church, browsing through Trader Joe’s, picking movies, resting, snuggling on the couch and eating homemade sticky buns… Basically, we just didn’t do anything at all. And it was great.

Homemade sticky buns with tea

Chappy

Dear Chappy,
We had the best first ride of the season yet! I’m so proud of you for remembering all those long hours of training that we’ve had together. I’m delighted that you even remember the more advanced maneuvers that we just started learning last summer. Let’s keep up the good work and make some real progress on your training this summer, shall we? Maybe by the end of the season we’ll be trail riding at Northwest River Park!

Dear Graduation,
You’re only two weeks away…

Dear Friday,
Please come as quickly as you can. I cannot wait for our little road trip up the Eastern Shore in celebration of Husband’s birthday. And if you don’t mind, bring some sunny weather with you =).

Sincerely,
Holly


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Dear Monday…

Dear Monday…

Dear Monday,
Why does anticipation always, inevitably, at some point lead to disappointment?

Husband and I had the BEST time camping over the weekend. But eventually, we had to pack up and return home. We had to get back to laundry and cleaning and garden maintenance. We had to go back to real life. Of course, Sunday afternoon was beautiful and the windows were open and the breeze was fluttering the curtains and we happily set about settling back in. But eventually, Monday morning arrived and it became painfully obvious that all the anticipation I was feeling last week was gone.

Camping at Northwest River Park with Husband.

I know I can’t go on vacation every weekend. I don’t expect to. But I want my anticipation back…

Dear school,
We are so closed to finished I can taste it! Three more weeks until graduation… Meanwhile, just a few more tweaks on my thesis and it’s off to the school for signatures and finally on to the copy center and the library for binding. It will feel so good to have the finished product in hand. This process has been a bit longer than anticipate, with many more tangents than expected (um, I ended up married??). But in all, I am proud to have accomplished so much. Thank you.

Dear Ginger,
Please, please, please learn to use the doggy door. You will love it like nothing else once you figure it out. I promise. Really.

Ginger learning to use a doggy door.

Dear taxes,
I’m sorry to be rude, but I’m glad I won’t see you again for another year.

Dear weather,
88* today, but only 64* and raining on Wednesday? Can you please keep track of the days I get to go to the barn and see my little girl? I’d like to ride her, and I need warm, dry weather for that, thank you very much.

Dear life,
You do keep me on my toes!

Sincerely,
Holly


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