Saturday Night- April 9, 2011
In my college years and early twenties my opinion of what constituted a great Saturday night included how cute my stilettos were, or how many remarkably named cocktails I consumed. (A Flirtini, anyone?) I felt sorry for suburbanites who were already tied down with kids. I felt freedom. Freedom to do what I wanted.
Last night I rocked Charlotte to sleep as the rain fell outside her window. I giggled as I heard Greyson downstairs still cursing our favorite team not making the NHL playoffs as he sounded off on multiple message boards.
I listened to the rain and rocked my sleepy baby. I realized, that those Saturday nights of the past were when I was most tied-down. Tied to what people thought of me. I felt sorry for my former self. Last night I felt freedom. Freedom to enjoy my beautiful, remarkably ordinary life.
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Again… tears! Beautiful Amy.
I've been reading your blog for the longest time but haven't commented. You need to write a book. Seriously. You are a great writer!
Oh my gosh, I couldn't agree more. I just wrote a guest blog all about this…
http://nestingwithniall.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-guest-post-lifes-little-adventures.html
Wow, no words for that one….really amazing post.