I don't know what you are like, or how you spend your time on Sundays. For me, I usually have to do a lot of things. From doing my daughter's and my laundry to cleaning the whole house. During the work week, Monday through Saturday, I'm between working as a baker and with the flower arrangements I make, and the time I spend writing for HIVE. However, what is true is that everything is quite predictable. Few exceptions to the rule, very little to leave to the imagination....
At a certain point, the adulthood stage has a lot of that.... Too little fun, too much routine and too many obligations. The few moments without obligations, I usually use them to rest, entertain myself or simply to sleep... Now, none of this that I have related so far happened a few hours ago (as I write this, it's early Monday morning). My boyfriend, along with my little girl, did everything for me. They did the chores and helped me with absolutely everything to just give me the opportunity to enjoy a different Sunday.
I loved that gesture. Not only because it freed up my time, but because it made my weekend, my Sunday, different from the start. Instead of spending the hours of that day washing, doing housework, and taking care of things around the house, with their help, I relaxed. I slept like I hadn't all week, I ate breakfast with a contentment I couldn't remember. I had no rush or pressure to get things done under time constraints. That day, (I insist, a few hours ago) I went to the park. My daughter wanted to have fun and I was happy to have the energy to see her happy.
Besides, we finished our afternoon tour at a very small restaurant to have small pizzas for lunch. Very simple, but delicious. This post is born from the very break of monotony. After years of relationship with my partner, we still have a lot of love and demonstrations that move me like you have no idea. Life is full of touching details. I don't live with my partner, that's what we decided. And I think it has been the best thing. So to see him come, without any resistance or excuses, to help me in such a selfless way, simply made me extraordinarily happy.
Life is beautiful, but undoubtedly it can become very repetitive, gray and boring for long periods of time. These small moments/gestures, not only serve to measure the good things that happen to us in life, but also accompany the spirit, the mood. Within the most common sayings of all, there is one that goes something like this: "Giving is better than receiving..." I believe that on this occasion, it is totally so. I think it is these details that convince me even more of being valued, loved and wanted.
Going out to eat, not having to do chores, breaking the routine and predictability; smiling to the fullest, enjoying the colors of a beautiful Sunday and watching the most beautiful girl in the world, my daughter, being happy playing placidly; holding the hand of the man I love, are some of the things I treasure the most. They are simply a source of inspiration for me. All of this was born out of a weekend experience that I didn't even know would produce this post. Life can and does surprise you pleasantly.
Almost all my life, I had to go through stages where I didn't even know if I loved myself.... They were hard, dark, difficult periods. For some time now, I am someone much happier, with moments that seem to last forever. And no, it has nothing to do with what happened on Sunday; it goes much further. I appreciate, love and value immensely that without asking for it, nor demanding it, the people I love the most have decided to make me happy. Well, because they did. Because plain and simple they wanted to make me happy. That is total love, worthy of sharing with you, my friends of HIVE and of this community.
I can assure you that trying to break the routines and the inclemency of monotony has its rewards. In the end it is about being happy and fulfilled, alone or accompanied... By the way, the photos in this post are of my own authorship.
