for the things I have now.

I love Facebook’s “On This Day” feature.  If you haven’t seen it, it reaches back through all your years of Facebook and highlights everything that happened on that day each year.  Just don’t go too far back.  Your high school posts will probably make you want to go back in time and smother your younger, embarrassing self with a pillow.  Unless that’s just me.  But for real, I was better seen and not heard back in the early days of Facebook. 🤦‍♀️

Today’s “On This Day” was perfectly timed, considering the post I was planning on writing.

coffee date with my mom in Appleton, WI back on February 13, 2015.  And that’s about as much of my mom as you’ll ever see except for that one time at my wedding when she was in a photo. 😂

On this day three years ago, my mom was visiting for the first time since we had moved to Wisconsin.  We had been there about a month and change, and while that doesn’t seem very long to me now, (I think we maxed out at six months between seeing family) back then it felt like an eternity, especially since I had still lived at home when we moved.  We had gone out for coffee before driving to the nearest David’s Bridal to pick out my wedding dress.

As I went to find the picture from that day, I just now remembered that that’s probably among the ones that were mysteriously erased from my iPhone when Apple decided to eat my entire camera roll one day last year.  But it’s probably just as well, since my mom hates any and all photos of her, haha.

But any who, back when we lived 1000 miles away, one of the things I always used to tell people when they asked about living far from family was about how, working at Starbucks, I would see women or girls come in with their moms.  A quick little outing that they probably didn’t even realize was happening.  Something that was so normal and easy.  Something that I too used to take for granted, until suddenly, coffee with my mom was something that had to be put on hold until— and then later— carefully planned for one of our busy trips back home.  How I missed doing that, and how ridiculously jealous I was of all those women and girls who got to do that on a regular basis.

One of my favorite quotes that I stumbled upon a few years back has kind of resurfaced both online and in my head.  “I still remember the days I prayed for the things I have now.”  This rings so true for me in so many ways.  My husband, our life, the move back east, and most recently, every Sunday afternoon getting coffee with my mom.  And believe it or not, I didn’t realize this until I was on my way home from that this past weekend.

I’ve been in a different kind of season of waiting for a little over a year and a half now, and it’s so helpful to see that good things truly do come to those who wait.  That there’s something to be said from being patient— even if it’s the kind of “patient” you’re forced into just because you have no other option (🙋).  But regardless of how or why I got to “patient,” if the last seven or so years are any kind of testament, life is so worth the wait, and the things you wish and pray for, even if they feel far away at the time, tend to sneak up on you and surprise you right out of nowhere.  So just be patient.  💖

p.s. real talk though.. I’m currently patiently impatiently waiting for Friday and a much-needed three day weekend coming up!  Who’s with me?? 😂

5 thoughts on “for the things I have now.

    1. Thank you for stopping by! It is so easy to forget the blessings, sometimes! I’m trying to keep this more foreword in my mind lately and be more aware of what I have rather than what I don’t. 💕


    1. It really is, and was such an eye-opener for me a couple years back! It’s so easy to lose sight of sometimes too. I’m definitely working on trying to keep it more forward in my mind.

      Thanks so much and thank you for stopping by!! 🙂


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