As I crouch down on my knees, I pinch myself for the so-manieth time.
Involuntarily, because it’s not my intention to jam my hand into a pile of LEGO. But hey, I go where love takes me.
And today that is to the floor, accompanied by heaps of LEGO in plastic containers – one of which I have just upturned, to find that one piece my boyfriend is after.
We’re rebuilding the pirate ship from his seventh birthday, that he has often referred to as “the best gift ever” (until me, of course 😇).
Now, you’re most likely reading the above sentence somewhat wrong. Let me elaborate:
When I state we, you probably assume me and Jay.
What I meant was: me and Jay. And his parents.
It feels like only moments ago I was nervous my parents-in-law wouldn’t like me. That old-but-ever-so-familiar inner voice made my self-confidence waver as long as the ride to their house: what if…
Zig Ziglar
“We build our character from the bricks of habit we pile up day by day”
But the second Jay’s mom brought in the LEGO with every brick colour-sorted, I knew I’d fit right in!
The pirate ship was disassembled twenty-something years ago and all the parts had since gotten mixed up with those from other sets.
This makes rebuilding it a real challenge, because it involves sorting through countless heaps of bricks.
But it also makes it ever the more satisfying when you…
“I found it!”
Triumphantly I jump up from the carpet and wince again as I – OUCH – enthusiastically hop onto another stray brick.
My boyfriend looks at me happily and gives me a kiss.
His mother watches us tenderly.
“Well done, you two,” she says, “Well done.”
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So here’s my lesson of the week: don’t worry about missing out, focus on missing pieces. Be yourself and all will be well – even if you get stung by LEGO 😉
Elle Vampa 