One Perfect Saturday

This morning we woke up with no alarm. I made coffee and started in on making waffles. The boys didn’t pee through their diapers for the first time in a long time. They watched cartoons in their snuggly (dry!) pajamas while I cooked. We ate breakfast as a family and it was so good that everyone asked for more! 

I ran to the local grocery store and got some of their deli made chicken salad and picked up sushi for my husband and then I dropped off something for return at the UPS store before coming back home in time for my husband

to leave for work. 

The boys and I played outside with bubbles, chalk, a swing set and a mud puddle. That’s all you need really. Then I stripped them down to their diapers and dried muddy legs to go inside and have lunch. After lunch they went down easily for a nap. During their nap I vacuumed out my car (Doug just joined us on a family camping trip. It’s the start of summer. He’s a husky. Need I say more?) and then I finished weeding and mulching the last section of our flower bed. I then ate some of my chicken salad and sat on the deck reading a new book by a favorite author. The humidity and temperature were both lower than they have been in a while. It has truly been a beautiful day!

When the boys woke up I gave them some premade frozen dairy free cupcakes a coworker just turned me on to and our lives (well the one who is lactose intolerant at least) have changed forever! Then we did some crafts, blew up a couple of balloons to chase around the living room, read some books, got rough on the bouncy bed upstairs, and headed to our play room to watch Despicable Me on the big projector screen. 

When Matt gets home we plan to have dinner on the deck. Maybe even grill. 

Why am I telling you this? 

It’s been a really, really good day. And every day won’t be like this. I have friends going through journeys that I can’t imagine. I have acquaintances in mourning over a recent loss of a loved one entirely too soon. And I have my own memories of loss and family worries taking up space in my mind. Sometimes during those darker days it’s hard to remember that the sun ever shone (is that accurate grammar?). And sometimes we create our own darkness when we compare our lives to others and they don’t measure up. So I guess I just wanted to remind myself (and anyone else that might need it) that the greatest days can be the most simple days and I think that might be the part of the secret to a life worth living.