Life has been strange for me lately. I can’t put my finger on it, but I’m overly stressed, and at the same time not caring a whole bunch. I basically wish I could feel like this.
Erik is good at showing me to just take a minute and enjoy life. Because there is nothing better than putting a lunch box on your head. He has also shown me that taking pictures of the beautiful things in life can make your heart feel better. At least it does with mine. And without further ado, the beautiful things in our life:
Yes, that’s our beautiful Emma-doodle, and apparently she isn’t very good at posing for the camera. I have this strange thing with nicknames, and Emma has been bestowed with being a doodle. It fits her, and Erik is so darn cute when he says it. I’ve lately been calling Drake Drake-a-potomus. Yes I know I need to get out more.
We have this stool in the kitchen that I use for pretty much everything since I’m uber short. Erik thinks it’s the greatest thing in the world actually. He will do anything to be able to stand on it, even if that includes watching me painstakingly make mashed potatoes. Oh, and washing our hands.
I’ve never been one of those cry-at-movies type people (sorry I’m bad at transitions…ask my professor). In fact, I never really cried much at all. I was always the one to be able to put on the mask…the stone face, and hide my feelings.
That was until my father passed away. As not too many people read our blog I don’t find opening up about these things to be too intimate, just in case you were wondering.
Ever since my dad passed away, the smallest things make me cry. And it’s not that I think about him in the moment and I am so overcome with emotion that I start to cry. I literally cry for no good reason. I never realized that losing someone in your life, like a parent, can literally change parts of your personality. I can’t control it, and for the life of me I can’t understand it.
So like I said, life has been rough for me lately. Everything seems to be a sappy movie that makes me cry. But, in true Erik fashion, the anthem of our house lately has been So What by P!nk. Because your house always has to have an anthem.
He likes to run back and forth whilst the song is playing just saying over and over again “Guess what, I’m a rockstar.” Not wearing pants of course. Because, well, we are rockstars.
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