I've had this canvas tote in my box of to-do's for awhile now...
But one particular morning about a week ago (it was a Saturday),
I found myself looking around my house - my wonderfully, cluttered-with-toys house,
And then I was looking at the clothes I was wearing - my comfortable yoga pants, pajamas one would say (with telling streaks of paint and blobs of glossy accents that won't wash out),
And then I looked in the mirror at my disheveled bed head, thinking gosh - can't go out like this.
And decided that I was going to create something magnificent, something for myself that one would never guess I would carry... (due to my VERY homey, mommy appearance that day.)
And I pulled out the tote.
And when I was finished, this is what I made - in my perfectly normal, homey, cluttered, room, while my husband lied next to me reading his book, and my son played at my feet with his alphabet blocks, and my girls did what they do... singing, dancing, drawing, playing, in circles around us.
And one day, I will have reason to carry this pretty thing to dinner.
And one day, I will get out of my yoga pants,
do my hair for a date
and leave the diaper bag behind.
But for now, the pretty bag is sitting on my shelf...
reminding me that these days are precious,
that I need to enjoy every moment,
because that diaper bag will eventually be gone.
My house will be quiet.
And I will miss all these moments.
And hopefully I will be able to remember it all
the day this bag goes to dinner with me.