Was taken in IKEA while we were visiting in Halifax over the Remembrance Day weekend. It was my first time in an IKEA and I LOVED IT. It was cray busy- I guess because that location hasn't been open for very long and it was a long weekend (before Christmas).
I usually take about .5 seconds to get completely overwhelmed in a huge crowd and hardly ever endure them. But it was worth it. That's how much I loved it.
Does anyone else really treasure the IKEA experience?
Here you can see us sitting at a table enjoying some delish butter chicken. This could be a future stock photo for when someone Googles: "couple laughing in home furnishing department store while eating" .
Why I love this photo:
It reminds me of the special visit we had with our friends. Part of me just wants to tuck all those thoughts into my heart and hold them there, rather than try to explain why it was so special. The comfort that exists with the people who just know the real you is one of life's best gifts and I never want to take it for granted.
Even though my face looks a little crinkly, I know I was actually laughing at something either Dave or Jess said. We were just carrying on about something that was probably kind of dumb as we were enjoying our food, but I felt totally happy and content just being with my people. Even an IKEA meal feels sacred when it's a part of real fellowship.
It's a little silly and it wont mean anything to anyone else (except maybe Jess who was there and who took the photo), but I don't want to forget it. Because isn't it amazing how full life feels when you start adding up the little moments here and there?
Even "butter chicken in IKEA" becomes a memory worth holding onto.