Thursday, December 30, 2010

My Definition of Perfect

Where do I begin…
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Webster describes perfect as “being entirely without fault or defect”. Well, Mr. {or Mrs.} Webster, I’m not sure I agree with you…My life is perfect. Particularly perfect…well, it’s at least my kind of perfect.


I have pulled up the blogspot homepage at least a dozen times and was met with “Blog Title”...a field that Mr. Blogspot wanted me to fill with an eloquent sounding title. I would immediately freeze, mind racing, fingers feverishly moving over the keys, yet typing nothing and click the little red “X” at the top of the page. What would I call my blog? What best describes me {and my life}? It would have to be perfect {which just happens to be my biggest personality flaw and best characteristic all wrapped up into one beautifully and perfectly wrapped box with an elaborate bow}. How is it that my personality flaw could also be something that completely defines my quest in life? Good or bad, I have always been a perfectionist. I have always planned the "big days" in life.  You know...the days that flip through your mind like turning the pages of your childhood photo album...the vivid days like Christmas and Easter and birthdays and vacations and...well, you get the point.  As the leaves begin to change every fall, visions of a perfect Christmas swirl like a gusting wind through my mind...details of a perfectly decorated tree {err, um...make that trees}, the stockings hung perfectly on a gorgeously decorated mantle, baking the most fabulously perfect cookies, wrapping perfect presents in the most beautiful paper tied with fluffy bows...envisioning Christmas day filled with perfection...the perfect reaction to Santa's gifts, sipping the most delicious cup of hot chocolate, and sitting back to enjoy every little second of my perfect life.


I have always sought for some type of perfection in everything I do…but this place, this blog, would have to be a place where I share how not searching for perfection, not creating perfection is what makes my life perfect.…a place to allow life to be perfect just the way it is.And so it is here that I will confess that the wrapping paper is still strewn on my floor from Christmas {yes, 5 days later…my girl loves playing with it}…the “never out” lights on my tree just happen to have a few strands that blink on and off as they wish…the sugar cookies Kayla cut out which were meant to be stars look more like squares…
the inflatable Santa {I swore I would never own but now brings so much joy to Kayla} decorates my front lawn…

































my living room has been invaded by drums, a stage...


























a gigantic cardboard house {did I mention it's gigantic?}...


everything American Girl...

































and thousands of creative bits and pieces…


Oh...and then there's this adorable vision...Kayla placed my brand new {gigantically oversized} purse on her stroller like a true Mommy {which really makes me stop and giggle}.
































And to me, this is all perfect.  I am in a perfect place… 
Because nothing in this whole world is more perfect than Kayla saying "Mommy, you wanna play in my house wif me?" or the vision of my husband actually climbing into the cardboard house with her {through the Santa's elf-sized 18"x3' door}.  And even better yet is the look of excitement and contentment on her face...

"Mommy, will you color wif me?"... “Mommy, what you doin’? I help?”…"Mommy, I love you...you my best friend"...those words, that girl, my life...it's just perfect.

I hope you are all soaking up your definition of perfection, friends.