Today was perfect.
Normally perfect is a word I avoid. There's too much pressure there, but today... Today really was perfect. I want to remember today.
Day Care was closed today. As my husband covered Good Friday, I got approval to be home today. I can't say I was happy about it. I don't always (some might say often) handle schedule disruptions with grace. This was no exception. But stay home I did.
This morning I woke up with the girls. We wished Ray a happy work day and then set off to figure out our own plans. Breakfast. T-ball in the back yard. Clean up the swing set. Run a few errands. Lunch at Chick-fil-A. Visit the library. Run just one more errand. Go to the park. Nothing spectacular happened. We went from thing to thing. There was bickering and coercing. I even drew attention at the library when I yelped after Inchie BIT me. Apparently, they don't hear grown women yelp all that often.
The funny thing about nothing spectacular happening? We had a genuinely great day. It snuck up on me. I was sitting in the park eating snack with the girls. The sun was warm on my neck, but I'd even remembered to bring and apply the sun screen. Milk was being consumed through chocolate straws. On this beautiful day, we sat together on a park bench without another soul around.
While this was my favorite moment, it took the whole day for me to appreciate it. Time with the girls, doing things they love to do, together. For about 45 minutes, I was completely at peace.