my favorite place

We had a good weekend. It was mostly spent around our house, or taking brief walks, but we spent it together. I used to think that a “big” weekend involved lots of grand plans. This morning I realized that I didn’t get out much (besides my 14-mile run), yet I felt like we had a full weekend.

Stephen Kellogg has a song on his latest album called “My Favorite Place” and he explains his thoughts on the song in this video (which is also an excellent, excellent live version of the song.)

I love the song. It’s my favorite off of that album, and I love when it comes on my iPod when I’m running. I love to listen to the song on repeat. I tend to feel the same way Stephen feels.

My favorite place used to be at concerts. I love music, and I used to have a running list of live shows that I planned on attending. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a live show. And when I start thinking about visiting all of my favorite live venues to check out their upcoming calendars, I have to laugh.

My new favorite place is with my family. I love our weekend mornings that are spent lazily hanging around the house, collapsing in the stuffed animals or listening to Baby Genius cds on repeat (which, of course, result in dance parties in our living and dining rooms.)

Epic reading session on the monkey. Another favorite thing to do.

I told a friend today that I miss live music. That’s what I miss most since becoming a mom. I now spend evenings looking up the Sesame Street Live tour, rather than my favorite musicians tours. It sounds a little weird, but I don’t miss a lot of my previous life – before-motherhood.

This is my favorite place. My worry slips away. I could stay here for days and days and days and days.