Canean has always told me that I live in a fairytale world, the one where the good guys always win and the prince always finds the princess. For the most part he is right, I am definitely a glass half full kind of person, and try to find the positives in every situation. I am not naïve though and I do realize that life happens, and the fairytale doesn't always go as planned.
And for that reason Canean and I have somewhere along the way created a bubble for our little family that consists of the two of us, our two dogs and our little pink house. Here, the world seems to be an okay place where we can avoid most objects that try to pop our little bubble together.
This weekend was full of great moments. We found out that we are going to be an aunt and uncle to a little baby girl that will be named Berkeley Adele. And I can only imagine her adorableness with her daddy's tan skin, my sister-in-law's beauty and big green eyes and lots of curly hair, which I am imagining she will come out of the womb with. It's our first, so we are super excited about spoiling her to death. We also got to really spend some great time together, which was good because I was out of town last weekend and Canean is about to go on a four week work turnaround where he will work seven days a week, so our time will be limited together. We laughed a lot, got in some good snuggles, watched lots of King of Queens and Friends reruns and talked a lot about our bubble together.
And while the weekend was great overall, there were a few familiar bumps in the road that life continues to throw at us and we are dealing with them the best we can.
I have said it before, but the trust thing that comes into play in moments like these, moments where the fairtytale has a villain that tries to wedge their way into our bubble and disrupt our happy life.
It's easier said than done, to be the bigger person in these certain situations. To love as God would love, to not let the outside force come between the two of us. Because if we lose our grip on each other, it will all come tumbling down, the bubble will in fact burst.
We went to church yesterday and the words to one of the worship songs we sang read something along the lines of letting go of your ambitions, fears, and indecisions and letting God take them all. It hit me in that moment, that when you give these outside forces, these villains, these people who desperately want to burst your bubble to God, they become a non-issue.
Because while we have the instinct that only the two of us can hold our bubble together, it actually takes three and without the third the bubble becomes all too vulnerable.
Life is certainly not a fairtytale, my five year old self would disagree, but it can be pretty darn close if you choose to live it that way. Pull your family into the bubble, let God be a part of it, and tell the rest of the world that it cannot come in and most definitely cannot burst the bubble that is whatever you want it to be.
We can't control what others do, what they say, or what they believe. We can only give it all to Him and go about our lives the way we know we should.
And that's what I'm trying to do, let it go (cue Frozen soundtrack) and simply focus on what is in my little bubble with the man I couldn't imagine being in a bubble without.
