For us, ‘Valentines Day’ was wednesday. Time shared in this new and growing space. Cleaning from the early morning, into the (very) late night. Tackling room by room by room— corner by corner. The little touches here and there, really make a difference. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it, but theres a hidden back room in my house— an addition created for the previous owners workspace: a music recording room. It’s been hectic back there. In moments of “free time”, bursts of energy, and wanting progress, I’ve gone in and ripped down sound proofing, carpeting, wires, and whatever else. And my dad has started helping me with the bigger project at hand: ripping down walls, doors… and a vocal booth too. Yes, a vocal booth. It was an interesting cave. I have dreams of a large and highly functional storage and laundry room. It will all come to life just as soon as my “do-it-yourself” dad comes and tears down the remaining walls 🙂 I digress… our valentines day: we spent the entire morning rearranging the space. A once musical room, has once again been filled with musical equipment, along with art, shoes, old baby clothes, winter wear, and whatever else. It’s packed, but it’s tidy. We breaked for lunch. Put a toddler to nap, and kept moving forward room by room. Hours went by. We breaked for dinner. Take-out, both meals. No time to cook. No messy-ing a kitchen. Bubble time (bath time), books, and bed for the little one. And the two of us continued on our home… for hours. No corner was left undone. I’m one of those types… the one that cleans the cleaning bottles, and wipes down the shampoo bottles, before rearranging them neatly on the bathtub ledge again. I’m making myself sound uptight, but maybe that’s because… when it comes to my home: I am. I really am. One am came, we cleaned ourselves, made last minute valentines (yes, I’m that mom… the uptight-ness doesn’t carry over to the other areas in my life), put on Edith Piaf, opened a gift filled with love and what may come, and poured a much deserved glass of wine. Cheers to our clean space. It was a long day. It was dirty. And it was tiring. But it was sweet, filled with kisses here and there, and romantic in it’s own way. I’m sure I can think of a few different ways to spend a preferred day together, but even still, this made my heart happy. It is love.
yellow wall: bee