It looks like morning kisses when he comes home from work. Boys arguing in the bathroom over toothpaste and Mario. Coffee in a mug that reads, “Reading is sexy.” Kisses goodbye.
It looks like doing an hour of work even though I worked until 11:34 the night before so I could take the day off. Him taking the car out for the shortest oil change in the history of oil changes. A long, luxurious shower followed by a difficult time deciding what to wear. Trying something new with my eye makeup. Wearing (Star Wars, 70) lipstick.
It looks like shuffling the dog outside before she can puke on the carpet.
It looks like lunch at our favorite Mexican place. Tortilla chips and the best salsa ever. Too many enchiladas while watching them make homemade guacamole.
It looks like running errands. Stopping at the liquor store with half of the city trying to stock up before they need to pick up their children from their last day of school for the year. Picking up contact saline and milk at the drug store. Grabbing a latte and a coffee from the local coffee shop and deciding to never do Crossfit.
It looks like picking up your pajama clad children from their last day of school parties, two hours earlier than usual because let’s rush into this holiday break full force; no looking back. Friends making plans and asking to spend time at another friend’s house over break. Shuffling back to the car, coats pulled tightly as we hustle back to the car and teeny tiny snowflakes float on the brisk breeze.
It looks like abandoned backpacks, coats, and shoes; papers from the last day of the nine weeks fluttering about. Candy snacks and video game sounds. Folding laundry and sorting out clothes. Refereeing arguments between brothers. Tripping over the dog who is seemingly no longer puking. Waving goodbye as their friend’s mom drives the boys off to a movie and a sleepover.
It looks like a suddenly quiet house. Your husband running out to buy new candles since you got rid of them all during the Great Candle Purge of 2009.
It looks like bacon, venison roast, onions, carrots, garlic, brandy, wine, beef stock, butter, flour, and roasted potatoes. Glasses of wine and water. Candles and vintage ceramic trees from grandmothers past and present lighting the room. Soft music and memories playing together. A toast to another year spent supporting and loving one another.
It looks like gorging yourself and eating too much food. Cleaning up the kitchen and feeding the dog. Blowing out candles because safety first. Changing into comfy clothes and settling down into your spots in the living room.
It looks like watching Christmas Vacation. Laughing as you repeat all the lines. Looking out at the snow-covered grass and watching your Christmas decorations shake in the wind.
It’s taking a FaceTime call from your daughter in the middle of the movie because she matters so much and she’s so excited about seeing you tomorrow. Wondering when you’re actually going to pack.
It’s realizing that this warm home and loving relationship and beautiful family are all beautiful testaments of eleven years of a life lived together. Knowing that choosing to get married around the holidays means a more hectic time, so this chance to slow down and just be together is all the more special.