Goodness gracious but I hit the ground running hard today. And what a lovely day it was, raining on and off and so I spent most of the day in the house. Mr. Moon and I moved the big old desk out of what is now officially our bedroom and out into the office where it looks like this.
We moved the vanity from our old bedroom into the new one
and then of course, I had to start bringing pictures in from the old room and putting them up and I kept thinking about something that Bailey White had a character say in one of her books which was something like, "You move around the doilies on an end table and next thing you know, you're replacing all of the window treatments in the house." That wasn't it exactly but still, you get the idea and it's true. I had to rearrange the office and clean it up and set up the printer in there.
That picture over the vanity is one my Uncle Jimmy painted when he was a boy studying art under Frank Baisden and it was always over my grandmother's bed and it has been over the fireplace in our old bedroom for nine years but now it's in the new bedroom. After I moved the vanity I put the pack-n-play where it had been standing for whatever baby sleeping requirements there may be.
I made a cake and washed the sheets on the bed and kissed my husband every time our paths crossed whether deliberately or unplanned and I even took a little nap.
I got up and Mr. Moon and I went out and collected eggs and checked out the garden and then got ready to go to town for pizza. It stormed like crazy on our way in but by the time we got to the restaurant, the skies had cleared. Here's Hank and Owen.
My two first boys.
After our pizza, Owen stuck the candles in the cake and we lit 'er up and he helped his Boppy blow 'em out. "Make a wish!" I cried. People forget, you know. And it's wrong to pass up that annual opportunity to make that wish, whatever it may be. I do believe in magic, a little bit, and if there is such a thing, it's got to be strong on birthdays.
After supper we went back outside and this time, Boppy helped Gibson walk down the whatever-you-call-that-thing.
That little boy is getting so big. He sat in his high chair and tried to stab pizza with his fork and said what he always says when he eats which is, "Mo-ah?"
That's what all my birthday wishes are. "More. Of this. Please." I look around at the faces and that's truly all I want. And that's what I wrote on my husband's card. That I just want mo-ah. I wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't what Mr. Moon was thinking when he and Owen blew out the candles but knowing my husband, it could have been something else entirely. Perhaps he wished for a big gator during this September's hunt. And you know what? That would be fine too.
So it was a good day and we celebrated the finest man I've ever personally known and whom I have the honor and joy to be married to and to share my life with and we moved things around in the house and I might just be a little inspired to change things up some now, a mantel here, a sideboard there. Rearrange treasures and hell, maybe even find some different ones.
Little altars everywhere, as Rebecca Wells said.
Here's my side of the bed in its current incarnation. Subject to change at any time.
My Lizzie gave me that picture for a birthday years ago. One of my sweet madonnas.
So here we are, Mr. Moon and I, still the same but slowly evolving, just as the Panther Room is evolving from the guest room into our room. Some things change but some things remain the same.
Because some things are just too damn good to change and contain within them all the light and funk and magic you could want.
Sleep well, y'all.