This weekend has been balanced between things that had to be done and those I wanted to do. I don't mind doing the former as I get a nice feeling from accomplishing what I set out to achieve although the latter things, those I wanted to do, were the most enjoyable.
I earned my enjoyable Sunday through hard work on Saturday as I spent most of the day, assisted by the amazing human being I get to call my partner, doing housework. It wasn't the usual though, it was one of those once every so often chore-days which involved steaming the rugs on the floor, cleaning and sanitizing sink drains, washing windows and emptying and thoroughly cleaning the refrigerator among other things.
As I was doing the refrigerator I paused to consider what's on the doors. They're plastered with photographs from our lives, people we know, moments we've experienced and the good memories they've left us with.
Our lives are on the refrigerator doors and while that may seem an odd place for those photographs it's a location that allows us to see them every day and that's heartwarming, a beautiful reminder of life. I've found myself looking through them at times, standing there falling back into the feelings of those moments and feeling gratitude that I've had them, and have them still; it was nice to reminisce as I cleaned the refrigerator, it made the job less onerous.
I mentioned it to my partner, commented about the life we've had, the births, deaths, weddings, travels, family, our own moments all stuck on the fridge...He, in typical style, said he had some music for just this occasion by one of his favorite artists and below is the track he played. Perfect.