|She was SO excited.|
Every night I have been picking the Elf on the Shelf/Christmas activity based on what was easiest for me. Putting off the messy or laborious projects. Sure, these memories are important but I've got another week to do this stuff so...meh.
I hate to personalize someone else's tragedy. Make it about me. But...man. You just seriously never know what crazy shit is going to happen, do you? It sounds so dramatic to say that any you could be making your last memory with your child but it is the truth, isn't it?
And the dumbest thing kept running through my mind: What if something horrible happened and I never took Olivia to see her first movie because I was too busy reading a stupid book or looking at Facebook or doing some pointless Pinterest project?
So today we went to see a movie. We spent a ridiculous amount of money on popcorn and Reese's Pieces and fruit punch. When Olivia wanted to talk during the movie, I listened. When she wanted to get up and jump over the light strip in the aisle, I let her. When she spun around in circles and danced to the music in the movie, I watched.
I am not a patient person. I am often rushing to get to bedtime so that I can have a break. I am guilty of not always appreciating the little adorable maniacs who live in my house and make me laugh all day. But not today.
Today I fully appreciate how lucky I am.