Yesterday afternoon John noticed the hydrangeas on the kitchen table. “Look at the hydrangeas,” he said.
“I picked those and put them there yesterday.”
“But I noticed.”
I really thought about this as he left for an appointment. It used to be that when I did something in the house, such as bring in flowers, rearrange something, or put a new decorative item up I’d bought I’d be disappointed if he didn’t notice.
But I realized some time ago I really do this for me. Two of my values are home and beauty. Did it matter that he would notice? I no longer feel disappointed if he does not notice things I do around the house that make me happy.
I realized my response wasn’t the same as it would have been years ago — like, oh, now you noticed. But it’s interesting how at first it felt like old patterning, but yet it wasn’t.
Over the years I’ve become more comfortable with who I am and have learned more often than not to just be me. The more I am myself it seems the more John has picked up on certain aspects of seeing life through my eyes. I saw this today when he noticed the flowers and after I gave it some thought. I do the same with certain aspects of how he has helped me see life in different ways than I might have, too.
And so I realized what a lovely thing it was for him to notice those flowers just for the sake of him enjoying and appreciating the beauty of nature.
I just thought that was kinda cool and just had to share.
XO,
Barbara
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