I read the most amazing phrase yesterday. It jumped out from the pages of the book and wound its way around my heart and gave me hope in the middle of a busy day.
Real life is lovely.
Press pause and read that again. Isn’t that true? Isn’t it honest? Isn’t it hopeful and joyful and heartening and encouraging and full of promise? In the middle of a world of perfect where everyone is tall and blonde and looks amazing in bell bottom jeans sitting on their white couch with a dog that matches their curtains…
…doesn’t that sentence make your heart smile?
It’s my new go-to soul phrase and I wish that I would have written it. But I didn’t. It’s on page 65 of a new book written by my wonderful friend Melissa that’s all about self-care and embracing your home and your stirrup pants and realizing in the middle of all that imperfection…
…a little lovely showed up.
I get the message of the book.
I understand. I’m a big believer in finding the lovely in the small moments. Every morning when the sun peeks its sleepy head up over the horizon and the birds are waking up from their nests, I grab a cup of coffee and wake up the house. Some people might think it’s silly or random or a little odd, and I totally get that.
But it’s kind of my thing.
You see, we are best friends…..my house and I.
And when the house is quiet and the rooms are still and no one is awake yet to ask where the Captain Crunch is ….
….we have heart to hearts.
Every morning I walk into the back entryway and tell it that it’s full of lovely.
I mention it that it has never looked better since 1908 and those moldings are one-of-a-kind and wasn’t it happy with the new flowers and didn’t the rug match it’s wall color perfectly and did it think I should hang wreaths at the windows?
And together we watched the sunshine dancing on the floors.
Then I put a load of clothes in the dryer and folded a dish towel.
I pushed burlap-lined basket back into its cubby and put a few dishes away and wiped off the top of the microwave.
And I told the laundry room that it sparkled.
In the living room, I fluffed two pillows, rearranged the chairs and fixed the table.
I picked up a deck of cards left over from last night.
And wondered why cards and monopoly games never seem to pick themselves up.
Then I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee.
And turned on a light.
And started the dishwasher.
And told the kitchen I needed a hair appointment.
Then I turned on the lights in the bathroom.
And straightened the towels.
And folded a washcloth.
I always save the dining room for last.
It’s my favorite.
In the morning, the sun comes shining through the windows, making the chandelier sparkle and the burlap curtains glow.
It’s extra fancy.
I told the dining room table I was happy I wrapped those tulips and rearranged the dishes and fluffed the curtains.
The house was almost ready for the day. It’s wonderful, incredible, imperfect self was filled with sunshine and love and joy and the promise of a new day.
And that day?
It was going to be amazing.
It was going to be lovely.
Thank you, Melissa, for the reminder. You can read more about the book here and here and here.
And if you want a little lovely in the day, you can purchase the book here.
And to celebrate the book launch—Melissa is hosting this amazing giveaway.
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