It is a rare quiet time at our house... the Mr and baby are still asleep and I am enjoying a cloudy day on the back deck, hoping that it won't rain just yet.
As I was folding the mountain of laundry last night (even with more time at home, the laundry is still a mountain.) I started folding these sheets... we must have used them recently to cover some furniture or to "build a house." And I started pondering all the meaning behind these happy, girly sheets.
You see, these are my single girl sheets. These are the sheets I slept on most nights with my beloved puppy before the Mr. came along. These sheets are the ones I slept on when I had little more responsibility than to pay my rent and show up to work on time. I slept on them when I came home from nights out with my friends. I slept on them when some silly crush hurt my feelings. I slept on them happy and sad.
It has been 5 years today since those were my single girl sheets. And I love them and all they represent to me..... mainly being able to have loud, girly sheets
But, I don't miss them at all. I am completely happy sleeping on my soft, boring white, 32 year old sheets (me, not my sheets) with my Mr. Hughes, happy. I am happy those sheets are in the closet waiting to be pulled out to make a house over the dining room table. I do think it is important that married girls remember their single days and be happy for where it has brought them. And, it is important for single girls to enjoy that carefree, spending every dime on new shoes because you can phase. And, it is important to keep a little pink when you live in a house full of boys.
So, every now and then open up your linen closet or your scrapbook or your suitcase full of single girl memories and then go give your love a squeeze.
Happy 5 years Mr. Hughes...
bye for now!