Just Because…

I am hoping that everyone’s week is going well… it’s been kind of rough for me. This weekend, I literally shopped til I dropped, almost fainting in TJ Maxx-and to think, I didn’t even get up early for Black Friday deals-I was more embarrassed than anything else… Then I spent all of Saturday cleaning and organizing our little home…only to find a leak in our ceiling.

The work week has been a long one and I am starting to think that Wednesday will get the best of me. At the moment I am trying not to drool/lisp, as I just left the dentist and I am having a heck of a hair day…but I refuse to let the little stuff get the best of me.

I realize that I am extremely blessed. This weekend, I am looking forward to a long overdue family visit-my aunt is coming up from Georgia and she is finally meeting Ben!-and decorating for Christmas. I am also lucky to have my wonderful hubs.

Now, I really hate it when people get excessively cutesy and gushy about their significant others. I find it irritating… nauseating, you get the idea.. That being said, I do it. A lot. So be warned, I am about to tell a story that may cause you to throw up in your mouth…just a little.

Ben is pretty fantastic. I don’t think anyone has ever made me laugh as hard as he does on an almost daily basis. But he’s also serious when necessary and takes extra care to let me know that he supports me in…whatever. He can drive me crazy, but for the most part he is a great husband and we don’t take ourselves too seriously, thank God.

Last Sunday we were getting ready for church, and per usual I had a horrible time getting out of bed. As a result, I was running late…which caused me to be extremely grumpy. I was in the shower and, as usual, had to fight with the faucet for a comfortable temperature, perpetuating the cycle of grumpiness. Ben was brushing his teeth and shaving,  and then he slipped out to finish getting ready.

As I was drying off, wondering how late we would be, I happened to look up and saw something that drove the grumpy completely out of me. There, on the bathroom mirror, written in the fog and steam was a note. It was so simple, but it was perfect. All it said was “I love you, Noelle.”

Needless to say, it brought an immediate smile to my face. I know, it’s corny. In my 24 years, I have never had someone write me a message on the bathroom mirror, especially not something as poetic as this. Granted, within an hour after writing this mini-love note, Ben was laughing hysterically at me for tripping over something, but it’s the thought that counts. Those four words brightened my day and have kept me going through the week.

I am the luckiest woman alive. 🙂

Close friends  lost their grandmother last night and they are hurting. Not that it makes it any easier, but she lived a long life and I know that she was so loved by her family. I want to use this post as a reminder to tell your family, you friends and your person that you love them. Even if it’s just saying it while sitting on the couch, an afternoon text message, a simple note or corny message on the bathroom mirror. Just tell them, “I love you!” 

You never know how much it will brighten their day, or make them smile while struggling with a frustrating day at work…or life in general.

No Regrets. Part I

Hi Friends!

So, I was all set to tell you about my adventurous weekend in Philly, including the untimely demise of a smartphone, but something better came up!

I was sitting in church yesterday morning, listening to my pastors talk about being thankful, the spirit of Thanksgiving, and how to live-truly live. This got me thinking, “what am I thankful for?” There are so many things that I can’t even begin to make a list, so I’ll just tell you about one, for which I am extremely grateful:

Being dumped. I know, you’re thinking, “what?!” But being dumped was one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

Here is the very short-handed version; it was the summer of 2009. I had been out of college for 8 months and engaged for a year and half. After I graduated, I packed up my VW Jetta and moved my entire life to Northern Virginia. I was working at a job I hated in DC. I had a few friends, but otherwise,I didn’t really know anyone outside of my fiance’s circle. I had started out living with him and his roommate, but had moved into my own place, thinking that he would be moving in when his lease ran out. I was living the dream, right?

The ex and I, right after Graduation (I had to search for this photo on Facebook because I don’t have any)

Maybe not. Nothing against my ex, he really is a good guy, but after seven and half years together, we had both changed. A lot. And honestly-even though I was deep in denial about it-we were both pretty miserable about 90% of the time. And I was a mess 110% of the time. Thinking about it now, I couldn’t really blame him for wanting out.

We had just driven back from a funeral. We got back to my apartment. He said he couldn’t do it anymore. It was over. I was dumbfounded. Broken. Needless to say, the next few months were…rough. Really rough. I remember sending him a letter in November. Basically getting everything out that I hadn’t been able to say to him.

About two weeks later, and having no reply to the letter, I saw him in the grocery store, he was standing in front of the lettuce (we lived 5 minutes from each other), I was by the melons. He turned around and went the opposite direction.

In my oh-so-cool-and-collected state (ha!) I headed him off -after being with someone for that long, you know their shopping habits-in a different section of the store. Let’s just say, I lost my cool. And ended up really embarrassing myself. I drove home in a blind rage, stewed for about an hour and called him back up to finish screaming at him. It was ugly. Looking back, I have NEVER been so mortified at my own behavior. I guess you could say that he took the breakup a lot better than I did.

That was about two years and a week ago today. Looking back, I find it hilarious. I was totally that girl. A friend of mine jokes that I threw a cantaloupe at his head, and if I had confronted him in the produce department, I probably would have…only in the heat of the moment, of course.

I know, you’re probably still wondering how this experience is something I am grateful for, click here for part 2.