feeling spoiled

Here's a little glimpse into our Saturday morning:

Yes, her hair always looks like this in the morning.

No, she does not like wearing shirts lately.

Yes, she is eating ice, shirtless, in the Winter.

No, I do not understand any of this,

but I do know she is happy,

and that's all that really matters.

*****

Sometimes, I forget how many amazing people I have in my life.  I get so wrapped up in my little world, feeling alone some of the time, I forget that there are people out there who care about me. I just need to learn how to accept their help graciously.

For my Valentine's gift, the Mister tracked down my awesome hair stylist and made an appointment for me. I was completely surprised (he's such a sneaky guy sometimes).  On Thursday, I got my hair done for the first time since before Mia was born.  I felt so spoiled, and not just because she did an awesome job cutting my hair (like she always does), but because she spent over an hour just smoothing, volumizing, and styling.  She knew we were going out that night, so she gave me the extra special treatment.

Thursday night, Ryan and I had a date.  A real date, not the kind that involved a home improvement store, or grocery shopping, or fast food with the kids in the backseat.  Ryan's parents bought us tickets to a comedy show for Christmas, so we had dinner together and spent the evening laughing at jokes that probably should have made me blush instead.  I wore too much makeup, put on a shirt without spit up, and rocked my amazing hair.  No pictures.  Lame.  I need to learn to record those rare moments when I make a real effort.

Now, my awesome hair has been washed and I'm sitting in a hole-y, paint stained sweat shirt.  But, I still feel spoiled.  My mama made coffee for me while I took a shower, Mia is napping, and Laci is playing quietly (probably too quietly).  It really doesn't take much these days to make me feel spoiled, that is, when I remember to appreciate the little things.