The last few days have been full of so much time. Time to slow down for once and enjoy just being. My love for snow days runs deep for this very reason. There are only a few times a year that one can hole up indoors with their favorite person (and dog) and have every excuse to stay there. There’s something about the beauty of the cold and white outside that makes it perfectly okay to lack productivity and busyness. While almost all you see on Facebook is people remarking about how stir crazy they are and how ready they are for the snow to head out, I can’t help but feel just the opposite…and cuddle up a little deeper with the husband.
We’ve had lots of naps, good food eaten while curled up on the couch, watched many episodes of Lost and actually have accomplished a small amount of packing and organizing for the big move.
mixed greens, chick peas, chia seeds, dried cranberries, chopped bell peppers and onions and tahini dressing
Thursday night I decided to whip up this dish I’d seen several days ago. It looked so delicious, and considering the husband and I’s love for avocado, I figured it simply couldn’t go wrong. I mixed the avocado, fresh basil and lemon juice in the Vitamix while the husband cooked some quinoa pasta.
One of the things I adore about my husband is the way that he spends time with me. Whether it’s cooking dinner each night, running a few errands or cleaning the bathrooms, he is usually there right alongside me. I will never forget a comment he made last year when I was so consumed with lesson planning and grading each night that I couldn’t even leave the house. As he headed out the door to run to Walmart one night I asked him “does it make you sad that we aren’t able to do most things together these days?” His reply: “Yeah, usually when I’m on my way to the store I look over at the passenger’s seat and it makes me sad that you aren’t there.”
I love that we do everything together. Not that we never do our own thing or have time apart…because there’s a place for that as well. But we’re a team and most everything is more fun when we’re together.
So, once we each finished our task, I poured the avocado sauce over the pasta and mixed it all up before spooning a portion out on each or our plates.
Antsy to bite into what would be one of my favorite dishes ever, I carried our plates to the table. We prayed for the food and then wound a big bite of noodles around our forks and….
It was not good. My only idea about why it went wrong is that the husband and I didn’t communicate very well about portion sizes of noodles to sauce. The sauce was just really gooey and overpowering. I tried to keep eating it, but after a few bites was really feeling like I might be sick. Weird, right? The husband, being not quite as adventurous as I when it comes to food, quit after the first bite. We were so hungry by this point and didn’t feel like taking the time to create an entirely new meal, so we resorted to a couple of Amy’s burritos jazzed up with a bit of enchilada sauce.
Not exactly what I had planned, but sometimes you just have to roll with it, eh?
Based on the comments from the recipe’s post, I feel pretty sure that we are the ones that screwed this one up. I’m thinking I’d really like to try it again one of these days…maybe with a little more pasta and a little less sauce.
Last night we had our traditional Friday night date night. We made our classic enchiladas and guacamole…all ready in about 20 minutes and so delicious. I have been feeling so nostalgic lately; I’m a very sentimental person, so while packing and having “lasts” in our house, I get probably a little dramatic. But along with the drama, I try to really savor every moment, remembering exactly what it feels like and ingraining it in my memory, so I can keep it with me forever.
We’ve had so many memories in this house, and I’m happy that before we leave it for good we were able to spend a lot of time just being together and doing our favorite things at home. The other night I was packing some boxes in the office, and as I loaded another armload of books I noticed that the boxes was labeled “books – office” in thick black marker. I mused aloud “it really was just like yesterday that we were packing to move here.” It just really took me back to the excitement we both felt over moving into our first house together and how in love with it we were the first time we laid eyes on the shiny wood floors. I always imagined that we would be in this house for many years. That we’d bring our first baby up the steps of our porch and fill the second bedroom with a crib and rocking chair, placed right between the two corner windows.
But now we’re moving on sooner than we thought because God’s plan wasn’t quite what we had envisioned for ourselves. And sprinkled throughout my sad moments about leaving, I feel so excited over where we’re going and so thankful that He is taking us there. Since the day we got married, the husband and I have thrived on adventure – moving to Thailand for a year, exploring NYC, Europe, starting new jobs and then leaving when we feel a pull toward something different. Sometimes the adventures bring fear and struggles, but always at the end we are closer, wiser and more in love.
So yay for new opportunities in life and yay for doing it all together! I’m off now to help the husband – he’s currently buried in boxes and paperwork, attempting to get our office under control.
I hope you all have enjoyed your snow days if you had any…and happy weekend!
Are you a person who likes change? What is a big change that you experienced in your life that had a big impact on you?