So, a day without laundry in this house is like a day without sun. It just never happens unless your dryer dies on you? Then all laundry comes to a swift halt. As nice as it has been to be laundriless for a day, the piles are starting to crawl out of their baskets and onto the laundry room floor - as my baskets overfloweth. Granted, they were starting to get that way yesterday which was why I was trying to do laundry when the dryer died. It must have looked at the work to be done and keeled over. Chicken, I say, coward!
So, we're getting a new dryer at some point this week. Now begins the research, the debating, the price checking, the hemming and hawing over which one to get. Me, I want BIG and I would like the door to drop down, not swing out. I'll probably have to settle for a little larger than what I have and a door that swings side to side.
Oh well! C'est la vie.
I hope you are having a great Valentine's Day. I had an epiphany yesterday thinking about a woman I knew on a casual basis who passed away two days ago. She was a grandma to a friend of Quinn's and when the two of them were in preschool together this lady would help me haul the twins and Lydia into and out of school on occassion. Those few minutes of her time have still hung with me. She made a difference for me in that moment.
I realized that life isn't about how many achievements we have, or how many books we've written, awards we have won, or even organizations we belong too, it's about throwing yourself in the pond of life and watching the ripples go out as far as they can. The higher you jump from, the more ripples you make, so if you take a few risks (going higher), you'll make a bigger impact on those little ripples. This analogy is pretty cliche, I realize that. But my ephiphany was that when I go, I want my ripples to go far and wide. I want my legacy to be that I helped someone drag three little ones into a preschool or that I held a door for someone when they had their hands full. Service. It's about putting someone else first (which I always knew). It's about making each groove in the pond of ripples count.
So, I challenge you, jump from a great height into that pond and those moments you are underwater, holding your breath, look around, hear the silence, then kick with your feet and burst through the surface letting shards of water break the congruity of those ripples. That's the spice of life. Nothing is perfect, but dang, make it fun and make it count. What's the point if we don't?
Happy Hearts Day People!
XOXOXOXOXO
