I love Scrabble…always have, always will. At present, we have no less than four different versions of the game in our home, including the iPad app and the fancy schmancy Onyx Edition. Did I mention that I love Scrabble? It turns out, I am not alone in my love, as evidenced by all of the amazingly creative Scrabble reincarnations that are out there. I am especially smitten with some of the ideas for the home; sweet, customizable, and with a generous helping of nerd. Just my style.
Left to Right: Brigitte Herrod Scrabble LOVE YOU Picture, Cozy Letter Pillows, Scrabble Ornament, Scrabble Wine Charms, Scrabble Coasters
I love my husband. I love him for reasons far too numerous to even attempt to list. One of the many things that I love about him is that he notices things…when I get my hair done, when I try a new lip color, when I am wearing something new. Interestingly enough, this thing that I love about him is also the thing that drives me crazy about him. He notices things…like when I am wearing something new. Every. Blessed. Time. I suppose that it goes without saying that this endearing little quality of his gets me in trouble on a fairly regular basis, because if I am wearing something new, I bought something new. Again.
I have often wondered if I would prefer a completely oblivious mate, and therefore shopping without immediate repercussions, but have settled on no…the trade off is worth it. Until this week, that is. This week, his skills escalated to a level that I didn’t believe possible. Imagine, if you will…we are in bed, reading, chatting, catching up after a long day. Suddenly, he looks up…”Do you smell that?” he asks. “Smell What?” I reply. “It smells like new shoes” he concludes, and looks straight at me.
I have been caught red handed. The beautiful new Jeffrey Campbell Boots that arrived this afternoon and were immediately stashed in the back of my closet have been sniffed out. It is official…my husband can now smell when I go shopping. Awesome.
It has been an interesting couple of weeks for our team of (almost) four, as the possibility of big and potentially exciting, albeit overwhelming, changes have recently been introduced. These are the kinds of changes that would mean new scenery, new opportunities, and really, a new way of life for our little family. Holy crap on a cracker.
As one typically does in such situations, I have been doing my part by attempting to exert control over that which I have absolutely none. My preferred methods: speculating, what-iffing, and ten-step-aheading…with the only real result being a sizable headache (and perhaps an above average weight gain for one’s 23rd week of pregnancy).
It is sometimes so hard to surrender control (even when we never had it to begin with) but I have decided (in the interest of my sanity, and the sanity of those around me) to just relax a bit, take things day by day, and have faith in the fact that no matter what happens, we will be more than ok. Because the truth is, we will.