I like being poor.
We don’t take things for granted anymore.
This evening, we took the kids on a big night on the town. When Ray and I were both working – we might have done this once a month or so. It wouldn’t have been so special. It wouldn’t have made such an impact on everyone.
First, we went to a Hibachi. The kids loved it. Addison put her hands over her ears every time the chef “flamed” our grill, but she never stopped looking. Andrew – he squealed for more. (and… of course, there were 2 cute girls at the table and Andrew hit on them. Another story. Another day.) Both kids learned to eat with chop sticks.
Amazing. I took my “big camera.” I snapped photos with my cell phone. I didn’t want to miss a moment. I like being poor. Because I cherish those moments where we do the special things together. (By the way, we used a BOGO card and our meal was not much more than McDonalds!)
After dinner, we took our other BOGO coupon and headed to Monkey Joe’s. For those of you who don’t have one of those close to you, it is a building entirely of inflatable jumping structures.
I again, took my “big camera.” I know we looked like the family that never gets out. I don’t care. It was awesome. Also, I need to take photos of my kids. We need to celebrate those mini-vacations. We need to embrace the fact that going out to dinner is a big deal and that is ok … We don’t need to wait for Disney to snap a photo. We need to snap it now.
Because now, our family isn’t taking things for granted. We aren’t letting evenings of family fun slide by without remembering them like they were huge family vacations. And I love that. I think I like being poor.
Are you stopping to smell the roses? What is one experience lately where you’ve acted like something is a “big deal” … even though it didn’t cost you a fortune?