Saturday 8 June 2013

A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life

There was a day over summer 2012 when I took Michael on a planned fun day/evening. His only job was to turn up, I had everything else sorted.

I drove him, quite late in the evening, onto the moors. We put a picnic blanket down (one that we'd won!) and hopped on. I'd brought some of his favourite chocolate/sweets/biscuit things, we laid under the stars chatting (it was a super clear night, and it's something we love doing). I'd also taken some sparklers and the supplies to make glow in the dark bubbles (a snap light and some bubble mixture) although I'd forgotten to take some scissors to break into the snap light, so we ended up using a razor.. don't ask haha. But sitting with him so contented at that time, surrounded by our glow in the dark bubbles/ weird snap light mixture, eating some good things, was all just perfect. Nothing with Michael has ever been stressed or strained or forced, but that evening I was extra satisfied with life. Everything was just good. I had finished and passed my degree, I was working for a bit over summer, I was getting ready to go back to uni and start my masters, my niece was still cooking in her mamas tummy  - I literally didn't have a worry, everything was where I wanted and needed it to be. I was so happy.

And then the next day we had another fun day, we went to the aquarium and took some grape kool aid with us, had fun looking at all the jelly fish, made fun of Michael when he got scared by the sharks. We then went on to the barbican (little bit of our town next to the sea) shared a portion of chips like an old married couple, got an ice cream and then he dropped me home. I had tea at my nans but he wanted to go off and buy a bike, so he came to my nan's for dessert instead :) we decided we wanted to watch something at the cinema, and then realised there was nothing on that we wanted to watch, so we instead decided to drive to a beach and watch the sun set instead. I think I'm actually confusing this night with the next night, perhaps it was over three days, but oh well. It was LOVELY. As usual. and after it got dark, we drove home and stopped for marshmallows on the way. Once at home we (read: I) lit a fire in dads chimneer and sat around chatting and eating marshmallows.

It was just the perfect weekend, and I had so much fun. I didn't need anything more out of life at that point. in fact, here is the blog post from the actual time that has all the photos in it.


10 comments:

  1. Awww that's so lovely, your story evokes images of one of those perfect dates from movies <3

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    1. ha, I wasn't trying to! It was a little chilly the night with the bubbles!

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  2. Lovely memory... I should get date ideas from you. Too bad I don't have anyone to do it with. Wait I hve friendss..

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    1. I'm all about fun and trying new things out! x

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  3. Sounds like a fun time! And I love the idea of 'glow in the dark bubbles' I will have to try those for my grandkids

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    1. They weren't the most successful thing but it was good to try :)

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  4. sounds amazing! could be straight out of one of them romantic movies! and glow in the dark bubbles - that is just the greatest thing ever!

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  5. Sounds like an awesome wkend, regardless of the order of the days. Now, you've got me curious about dark bubbles, not heard about those. Need to do some looking around and see if I can find some. Little neighbor boy loves loves bubbles.
    Chugging along with the June Challenge

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  6. sounds perfect ! so romantic and simple, just like the best things in life!

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