Monday is upon us once again, dear friends. I work outside the home, so Mondays are bittersweet as I return to my day job and deposit my littles into someone else’s care for the majority of the hours in each day. It’s not ideal, but it’s our normal right now.
We had a great weekend. Mr. Forrest worked hard on his homework all last week to free up some space in the weekend for fun activities, and it was so nice to spend time together and with friends for a change. Saturday morning I reunited with some sweet friends to celebrate the impending nuptials of one of our tribe. I’ve known these girls for 5 years or more, and we started as coworkers and ended up as gal pals.
We had a blast reminiscing on our time together as coworkers, reflecting on where we’ve all ended up after 5 years and passing on bits of advice or wisdom for the new bride to be. This group is a think tank of incredible talent and creativity, and I’m honored to know them as friends. They inspire me to pursue passion and to live with purpose and intentionality. They are all incredibly gifted, funny, smart, witty women.
Our hostess has been one of my dearest friends for more than 6 years, and though our paths don’t cross as often as we’d like, I’m so glad that it seems as if no time has passed when we do get to see each other. She is a sweet sister who has walked through many of my life’s significant events alongside me, either directly (she was a rockstar at my wedding – she did my hair, helped decorate, accompanied the service, served at the reception, pretty much ran the show) or indirectly through prayer.
After the bridal shower, I spent the afternoon doing housework and getting ready for a night out with my best friend/beloved Mr. Forrest. The Forrest sprouts followed me around as I folded laundry or vacuumed, and though they were an inconvenience or downright annoyance at time, I was thankful to have them near. I snapped this sweet moment of them when I was doing some organizing in their room:
They don’t always get along, but my heart bursts at the seams when they do. I’m thankful our strong girl has overcome the challenges of being the only to being the oldest, and she loves her little brother now as if he’s always been around. He’s recently discovered a feisty streak that’s giving her a run for her money, though. That’s sibling life, though, am I right? (I’m a middle child, so I’m full of sibling angst, but that’s a story for another day.)
Saturday night, my beloved and I got to have a rare night out without the kids, and we put on our converse and went to a late night indie concert like we were teenagers and not 30-somethings married with children.
Acting young and staying out “late” brought on some nostalgia, but when I hit my pillow at 11 p.m. that night, I was thankful that I’m in this season of life and not the former. I’ll be turning 30 in a few months, and the major word of wisdom 30-year-old Rachel would give to 20-year-old Rachel is this: you’ll like yourself better at 30 than you do at 20. (As an aside: I’m planning to collect some thoughts about this very thing, what 30-year-old me would tell 20-year-old me, so be on the lookout for that post soon.)
We saw Kings Kaleidoscope in concert at OBU in Shawnee. They’re a faith-based indie alternative band out of Seattle, and they are ridiculously talented. They build upon the standard bass, drums, guitars and keys by incorporating a variety of sounds into their songs using orchestral instruments and experimental rhythms and accompaniments. They played for about an hour, which would have disappointed me ten years ago, but as an old person I was thankful it ended earlier. If you’re a KK fan, here was their set list for the show:
• Zion • Seek Your Kingdom • Dreams • I Know • Come Thou Fount • Psalm 139 • Redemption in Motion • Felix Culpa • Snippet of “Enchanted” (new song) • In Christ Alone • Be Thou My Vision • How Deep the Father’s Love • All Creatures • Defender •
Of course, since I am a nearly 30 mother of two, I bemoaned how loud the music was and had to leave in the middle of a song for a bathroom break. Also, even though I was rocking the converse like it was 2005, I still had on my mom uniform of a flowy tunic and stretchy pants, because comfort is not to be sacrificed for the sake of being hip at an indie show:
Those are Old Navy’s pixie pant, which I have in about 5 different colors because they are the absolute best. I prefer them to jeans now in my awesome mom bod.
The rest of the weekend was pretty low key. We worshiped with the body of believers Ryan is currently serving in South OKC Sunday morning, and I read/blogged while the rest of the Forrests napped in the afternoon. The next two weeks promise busyness and stress for us as Ryan finishes up his semester and I finish the planning and then host one of the biggest faith-based community events in our city. I’m thankful we had this weekend to enjoy one another and have some downtime as we head into the next couple of weeks.
What did your weekend look like? Did you do anything out of the ordinary, or start reading anything new?
some additional concert pictures….
a selfie on the way to the show, because we cute.
see those guys on the side? they’re harmonizing. swoon.
it was a great show!