My husband and I are very busy with our family, different jobs, and projects. We try to spend at least a few minutes together each morning having coffee because we know we won’t have that again until we spoon that night in bed. We don’t often have the opportunity to go away together, even though the kids are all old enough. Like many people, our lives are at times consumed by the obligations, duties, tasks, and To Do Lists that we have created because we want to Do Good Things, we want to support our kids, we want to have great family times (that translate into great family memories), we want to create a nice home and garden, and we want to have personal portfolios we’re proud of…but perhaps at times we lose sight of the Why, and focus too much on the Preparing for the Why.
The other day husband came home from work early. It was a hot, sunny afternoon. We both had some recent work successes and were feeling like we could relax a moment, in the calm before the next big projects start up for both of us. We decided we’d sit in the garden and enjoy the sun a moment so I told him to go out to the vegetable garden–a sun trap, and I would bring out some cold drinks. I opened the fridge and didn’t even get as far as reaching for the sparkling water when I spotted the champagne. It was a left over bottle from a recent family celebration. I didn’t bother hesitating over mock prudence, I just smiled the happy smile of someone who has just realised they have the freedom to do what they want, even if only for an afternoon, grabbed the bottle, took a couple of glasses from the cupboard and walked out to the vegetable garden.
The nice thing about champagne is that you don’t need a corkscrew. We sat and drank our cold champagne in the hot sun, talked about our recent successes, our plans for upcoming projects, our ideas for the house and garden, our children, their partners, our American family coming to stay this summer, and laughed about the deer damage in the vegetable patch which consists solely of the deer picking up the white name labels, chewing them while walking around and dropping them randomly around the garden. (I touch wood as I type that (or knock on wood, whichever country you’re in) because at some point that deer will discover the vegetables…)
And it was lovely. It was lovely to have the time–to make the time, lovely to drink a celebration drink just because we could celebrate an unexpected sunny afternoon together, and lovely to just sit and talk and relax and be.
And lovely to be spontaneous together. Why is spontaneity such a tonic?