small luxuries

The definition of the word luxury changes dramatically when you become a mother. The gods are kind, however, and have erased most memories of pre-children luxury from my multi-tasking grey matter.

I do vaguely recall that I loved the feeling of a Saturday morning and drinking lots of coffee and reading the paper with Matt. I also loved leisurely perusing yard sales or estate sales or art fairs or festivals or farmer's markets. Of course, I can still do those things, but I simultaneously have to play 21 questions and explain why we are not buying a box of used yu-gi-o cards and happy meal toys. It's not the same...at all.

I had a very luxurious moment the other day. The kids were off to school. I knew that I needed some protein for a long run. I went into the kitchen, which just happened to be clean, and made myself a nice little breakfast. It struck me as I sipped my hot tea that I was positively relaxed. Honest to goodness, it felt decadent. And how awesome is that? That something so usual and so small could feel so luxurious.

Home made coconut kefir, two fresh eggs and WAIT! Aha! I am never totally without my little loves.
It's hardly possible!

Can you spot the evidence?

Post it in the comments any time this week. I will do a drawing among those who get it right for a little prize.

May you find luxury in the small things! And joy in the details.