“What you focus on flourishes.”
This past fall, I was insanely busy. Overworked, bone-tired, not-good-for-you busy. Hands down, the worst consequence of my overstuffed schedule is that my family life suffered: I saw my kids less, and even though my hubby is semi-saintly, he grew frustrated at my lack of presence. So much so that I was thinking of big ways to make it up to him: chocolate, a weekend getaway, a shopping trip!
Instead, what I finally did that made him over-the-moon happy is so simple (and semi-strange) that it’s almost laughable.
We had a picnic in the snow.
In case you didn’t know, my husband is Swedish. His name is Sven and he LOVES winter and snow and ice and sledding… you get the picture. I on the other hand grew up in Texas, and didn’t even see snow until I was 12.
Needless to say, I am not as crazy about snow as Sven is. But I am crazy in love with my hubby. So when last weekend he suggested we take a trip to a nature park on a snowy Saturday morning, instead of protesting that I wanted to stay in and be snuggy/cozy on the couch with a hot cup of coffee, I did what any good wife in the semi-doghouse would do.
I said, “Of course!”
So, I packed up the sleepy kiddos in their parkas and Sven cheerfully made us PB&J’s for a snack and off we went. Now, because it is the height of winter and the weather has been semi-blizzard like, the park we went to was closed without a single soul in sight.
Undeterred, Sven said, “Let’s take a hike!” as the trails around the park were accessible. So that is what we did. All four of us trudged through the snow, and after about 10 minutes of being surrounded by clear blue skies and dazzling white all-around, I got it. It was beautiful. All of it. The nature, my family, my life.
I was still on this high when post-hike Sven suggested we plop down on snow and eat our sandwiches. A picnic on the snowy tundra? Why not? So we found a patch of bare grass under a tree, laid out a blanket from the car, and ate the made-with-love PB&J’s that Sven made (just like his mom had made when he was a kid)—with our coats, hats, and gloves still on.
It was silly, and it was wonderful, and I don’t know if I have ever seen Sven more happy and content. I didn’t buy him anything, I didn’t take him to Vegas. I just spent time doing the thing that he loved the most.
I’ve thought about this a lot this past week. I think it’s something we can apply to our loved ones, friends, and even co-workers. Giving someone our time and our full attention is a little gift that gives a lot. To others and ourselves.
Have any fun instances when you made somebody else so easily happy?
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