Today is my wedding anniversary. I still remember the anticipation of the day 24 years ago, the happiness and the nerves and butterflies. But mostly I remember the excitement and the sense that a new chapter was about to begin.
Today, as hub left for work on a Melboune Monday morning after we exchanged cheesy cute cards, I reflected not only on the weekend that’s just passed but on the journey we’ve been on together.
I’ve been blessed, there’s no doubt. But sometimes in marriage – and in life – things don’t always go as planned.
Last Saturday night we stayed in the city. I’d booked a deluxe Bayview Room to celebrate our anniversary with guaranteed water views of Port Phillip Bay. I was so excited and the sense of anticipation was huge as we waited to check in.
When we walked into our room that sense of anticipation plummeted. Instead of sweeping water views I was greeted with a huge construction zone, cranes in the sky and a gaping hole in the ground, 13 stories below.
When I rang reception they were very apologetic and tried to find another room but everyone had checked in and the bay view rooms were now all taken. We were upgraded to a better suite but still had the same views.
I could have remained stuck in that disappointment but there was no point. I was with my man, and he wasn’t fussed about the view. It was up to us to appreciate what we had and make the most of our weekend.
I decided that it wasn’t about looking down, at the hole in the ground but rather about looking upwards.
As with all things in life it’s about having the right perspective.
So often in the past I’ve allowed moments to be ruined through expecting something which didn’t come to fruition and dwelling on it. But not this time. We had a lovely room, time to savour the things we loved and our homeland city waiting to enjoy.
We had a wonderful weekend of fun reminiscent of our early years together. Of reconnecting, with a few hilarious and impromptu moments of city busking thrown in. I’ll elaborate on that in another post.
With Christmas just around the corner I’ve been feeling very unprepared. I feel as though I’m juggling those balls and demands that always fall flat.
I’ve felt it hard to embrace the festive spirit this year. But suddenly things seem clearer. And the anticipation is building, in a good way.
Our weekend away together has helped me refocus. To see what’s important.
It’s not the things or the views, it’s not the “stuff”. Although they’re nice it’s not what matters.
What matters is right under our noses. It’s about family and love. It’s about telling those closest to us how we feel. It’s about talking to and hugging our kids even when hours before we’ve wanted to throttle them. It’s reaching out to friends we haven’t seen in a while. Tomorrow I’m visiting a girlfriend who lives an hour away and I’m so excited about it.
It’s about forgiveness, of ourselves and others. And it’s about accepting that sometimes when situations (and people) are less than perfect it’s okay.
It’s about doing our best. And doing it with love in our heart and a sense of peace in our soul.
It’s anticipation of a new year but even more importantly it’s about enjoying the moment and the beauty of today wherever we are.
Embracing whatever comes our way and turning those ordinary moments into extraordinary ones.
That’s my focus now and that’s what I wish for all of you for this Christmas and beyond.
To all of my beautiful blogging friends I wish you and your loved ones a very happy and blessed Christmas.
Stay safe and remember to keep enjoying the journey.
Let’s keep the excitement alive and the anticipation building. We don’t know what lies beyond but I have a feeling that something great is coming.
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Anticipation