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And Everything Else

05.06.2016 / LIFE

Tuuullllllliiiiipppppssssss!

Tulips were the first flowers Ken gave me. Thirteen years ago, he dragged a mutual friend to the florist – What might she like? What kind of flower would say the right thing? – and together, they came back with a surprise bundle of tulips- 12 yellows, perfectly splayed.

They mean joy, he’d said.

I’ve loved yellow ever since.

Did you know tulips only last a few weeks in bloom? Two or three tops, in cold weather? A few days in hot?

It’s been raining, cold, dreary. Ken and I have been busying ourselves with projects – separate, mostly – me waking up with the birds just as he’s falling asleep. His days are full, bursting at the seams, and mine are taut but far more malleable. Bee fits in nicely – filling every margin, each corner, reminding us to pause, to catch the tulips while they’re still in bloom.

She’s such a joy, we whisper as we watch.

Last week, while readying ourselves for church, I noticed Bee’s summer shoes were already too tight, pinching around her pinky toes, leaving tiny indents in her heels.

Like a weed, she grows.
But more like a tulip.

Like a blip, like a glimpse, like joy.

A bigger shoe arrived two quick days later, and as she tries them on, as she surveys her new Crocs, as she wiggles her toes, she wants to know if they’re jumping shoes.

Jumping shoes? I ask.
You know, shoes for jumping. For like, dirty stuff, she says.

Indeed, they are.

Yesterday, when the forecast offers us a sunny afternoon, when Ken’s schedule clears for an open window, when the clouds part and the clock stops, we pile into the van, each of us outfitted in jumping shoes.

We’re off to see joy.

Bee spends an hour gallivanting in the park’s wet grass, chasing squirrels, soaking her cuffs, dirtying her soles. We walk through tulips that will wither before the week’s end.

We made it here just in time, Ken says.

He’s right, and we leave grateful with buoyed spirits, glad we took the hour. Happy we made it, just in time.

Ken and I celebrated ten years of marriage last year  – an entire decade of growth and wither, of bloom and fade, of immense joy and everything else.

Yesterday, as we chatted near the tulips, a sign in the park read this:

Believed by many to be the most romantic of flowers, tulips also represent elegance and grace. They are the 11th wedding anniversary flower.

Ten years last year.
This year marks eleven for us.

Time is funny. We pack it tight, we squeeze it dry, we take from it what we can. We pay the taxes, order takeout, sweep the dustbunnies, mow the lawn.

And every now and then, on an unmarked afternoon, we take pause to see the tulips.

We catch them just in time.

The elegance.

We watch them bloom.

The grace.

We witness it all.

The immense joy, and everything else.

 

 

 

This essay was written for Zappos and Crocs, two brands I love and recommend for comfortable basics and amazing online service. If you’re in the market for your own jumping shoes, we’re wearing these, these and these!

  • Jackie

    LOVE this. Such a great reminder to stop and smell the tulips in the midst of the every day hustle. :)

    P.S. I can’t wait for your book! Looking super forward to it!

    • Oh Jackie, thank you for your encouragement!!!! :) I’m so excited to share it with you!

  • Michelle

    Tulips are my favorite! My husband just sent me 24 for Mother’s Day!

  • Tulips, and almost-4 littles, are truly such a joy. xoxo

  • Ariana

    So many times I read your posts (especially the ones where Bee is involved) and I think of myself and my daughter. Mine is also an adorable blondie with copious amounts of spunk. Thanks for inspiring me to be the best mom I can be and to stop and smell the flowers every now and again. :)

    • Ahhhhh spunk indeed! I love that about these little ladies! :)

  • Ken is so sweet. I love that you loved the flowers he chose for you instead of him choosing the flowers you knew you loved. Your little family is my favourite thing to read about this year. Seriously. <3

    • Ah Marisa – you are so very kind! He’s a sweet guy indeed. :) I’m very lucky!

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