#31 WLFC “If you’re a stupid fun bird, I’m a stupid fun bird”

Ever feel like our self-care is so serious? So aesthetic? Here’s a story of my Sunday adventure with N.

“Let’s go do a stupid fun thing!” N said with a boyish grin on his face as he leaned on the edge of the bed. 

What do you mean stupid fun thing? I ask as I lay in bed typing post warm bubble bath. 

“Ya know, like something dumb and fun.”

But it’s raining and cold out.

“Yeah, exactly! We relaxed all day yesterday so let’s just go be in the rain! Get a little messy ya know.”

Picture it…

I’m perched up in bed with my silk, light pink floral robe on, makeup from church on my face, and my curly hair in a Marilyn Monroe like nest on my head with my giant bow headband.

I’m looking at him with doe eyes. Ummm suuuure, what did you have in mind?

He quickly does a Google and says, “What about this nature trail by the beach?” 

For context, I had had quite an emotional day the day before, not to mention my hip was (is) still bothering me (I suffer from SI flare-ups that are mostly under control, but have been pissed off for weeks). We also had just finished a one-hour cathartic conversation where I was supporting him. He had just wrapped up some journaling post-convo and I could tell HE NEEDED THIS. 

And well, when you love someone and they have that little glimmer of excitement in their eye after they’ve been going through it, you say yes.

So, I got dressed and put on my raincoat and play shoes.