Wecloming the Day

On By AngeliaIn Beautiful Life, Days and Nights

It’s been a rough weekend – moving. Need I say more? It’s not just the back-breaking labor of it (heh, labor – Labor Day – get it?). But the fact that I must accept help from others. Help cleaning. Help packing. Help loading heavy items and moving them from one place to another. Load and unload of those items. Most of which that have no place to go. Do I feel like I deserve that kind of support? That kind of assistance? A giving of service, out of love, out of family. Well….

No , I don’t want to burden anyone else, I feel like I should do it all MYself. But as Jason’s niece says (at four), “That’s ridiculous!” So, I shelf my pride, and I shrug off the chips of independence on my shoulders, and I accept. I accept the generosity. I accept the gratitude. I am humbly and eternally grateful in having this help voluntary, from the outpouring of kind hearts. Jason tells me, of course, my family is helping you. They love you. You are our family and will be my wife.

So, I let his step-dad fix the broken things. His mom clean the dirty things. His brother move the heavy things. I bow my head in thanks for family. A family chosen from loving another. How beautiful.

And today, I welcome the end. The final cleaning. The four-week countdown to the wedding and final preparations. Where do I find the peace and serenity God gives me?

My moonflowers.

One of the baby yard plants had a bloom last night. I felt as proud as the mama plant because I saved the little orphan by flagging it from the mower.

Here she is in all her little glory. Wow – to grow through grass and untreated soil – to just keep growing until the reward of opening her petals to the moon. And maybe that is how I feel too. Going and going and going towards that reward. That day blooming in the future; our marriage, our one home. The seemingly overwhelming details still to handle will finally be complete – and resplendent beyond imagination.

As I turned to go inside, after proudly photographing my little moonflower-that-could. I see a small bee on the mother ship. It’s not the ginormous Okie bee, but it is a busy bee. Something I will be today (and many others). All the wonderful hobbies I love – reading blogs, writing posts, and taking pictures. All on the back-burner as this wedding closes in. So bear with me, as I work my bee bum off and try to get everything done, plus work full time. I will BEE around, just very busy.

Have a bee-u-tiful day!

18 thoughts on “Wecloming the Day”

  2. Wow–the pieces are starting to fit together for me. You’re getting married! Sorry, I must have read that before, but somehow I thought you already were, or I’ve completely forgotten.

    Congratulations. This must be an extremely hectic time. Moving is never easy–but, add to that an upcoming wedding, working full time and the future merging of two households (not to mention all your blogging endeavours) and suddenly you’re a trapeze artist-juggler-tight rope walker all in one.

    The moonflowers are very pretty, and so are the pictures. Don’t know how you manage to keep up with everything, but be careful–make sure you get your rest. You only get one of these bodies… 🙂

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  4. What can I say. You are amazing. You are moving. You are getting married. You are an awesome mom. You are an awesome photographer. I can just go on and on. Take some time for you. Relax. It is ok to treat yourself also. 🙂

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  5. First of all I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the first picture, with the sun over the house! That is an AWESOME photo.

    Then, thank God for the wisdom of four year olds, huh?

    I am like you and I don’t like to bother people for help. I need to learn 1) I can’t do everything myself 2) and it is not always a bother to other people.

    And, also . . . Whoa!!! I sucked major air when I read that the wedding is four weeks away!!!! Whoa!!! I am so excited for you. I want to see all the pictures!!

    And lastly – beautiful bee/moon flower photos.

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  7. Yogasavy

    Your life is beginning to bloom and in the most beautiful way. Listen to your 4 year old niece….. You cannot do everything yourself and asking for help is fine.
    The white of the flower is so bright and untouched….. Your life will be as bright as that flower and untouched by negativity…
    Love and Light

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  9. What a wonderful thing that moonflower is! Are you going to be able to move them with you? I sure hope so.
    I don’t envy you the moving part, but what a beautiful thing to do to start a new life. It’s got to be somewhat exciting.
    Time’s a clicking by. I was actually thinking about you just this morning while I was out gathering 4 o’clock seeds, thinking that November will be here before you know it. Yeah, thanks, Weezer. Like I hadn’t figured that out, huh?
    Wish i could help.
    Weezer

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  10. Think of asking (and needing) help as practicing humility. And remember, that you would help someone else in a second too!
    Did I already tell you (so hate to repeat myself) that my daughter’s summer camp group of 8th grade girls named themselves the Moomflowers? So sweet.
    Best,
    Colleen

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  12. runrettarun

    Asking for help is SO hard! But you have to do what you have to do to stay sane! Your moonflowers look so pretty. I’m pretty sure I told you we tried to kill ours but they keep coming back. Is it a sign that the Okie bees are meant to live w/ us????? 😉

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  15. Congrats Angelia, I know moving is a bigger job tan it appears until you are in the middle of it, be proud of the help and enjoy the blessings of family.

    The pictures are great, I love the bee on the moon flower, what a wonderful group of shots.

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  16. Me too I have some problem to accept help from others, even if they are well-meaning, but as Jason says, these people love you, so I guess it makes it all right 😉
    Btw, the pics of the bee in the flower is great, nice capture 🙂

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  17. Congrats on the move! I hate moving too and have not been good at asking for help historically, so I love that the 4-year-old told you to ask and that you had so many people who love you around to help. The moonflower pictures are lovely.

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