Today was one of those days where--after taking lots of pictures--I thought to myself, this is why I blog. Not that anything special happened. It's just that I know I'll be able to look back on this day and remember how good it felt.
It was a completely ordinary day. I woke up to Lincoln having already busted into the Doritos. I smelled it on his breath. There's no hiding doritos-breath. Don't even try. We had Scouts that morning, so we all went together. That's always an adventure. I helped Brigham do sit-ups and push-ups while the younger kids played outside on "Grasshopper Mountain." It's called that for a reason. Creepy to me, fun for them. We got home at lunch-time. I had four identical plates (melamine...love it) layed out symmetrically on my counter, each with the cutest little granny-smith apple to one side. They were so cute. They made me happy. I think it was the bright green color and the remnants of water dripping down their edges that shouted, "So fresh!" Who can resist such a wholesome moment? Who would want to?
Annie went down like a dream for her nap. I even layed down beside her and got my cheek stroked until she zonked. I managed to put the thought of zits appearing on my face way in the back of my mind. If I didn't think about it, maybe it wouldn't happen. Zit. Zit. Zit. It's harder to do than you think. I managed a good 45 minutes of "my time," playing a little Hilary Weeks on the piano, singing, pretending I'm her performing at Time-Out for Women. I guess Annie wasn't the only one dreaming.
We had our daily excursion to our little lake down the road. The kids are getting more daring. More tricks. They crack me up. I LOVE that they want to show-off for me. Well, I love it when I'm not trying to get a tan and have to keep sitting up to watch. We got home at dinner time. Waffles. Dessert for dinner, right? Yep.
ASIDE--I'm realizing that my sweet little girl is a total carnivore. I have to laugh every time the thought comes to my mind, wow, she sure can pound down a hot dog or two. Don't worry. We're not heading down an obesity trail. She's just a normal, sweet little girl who happens to love a little protein. But it still makes me laugh.
Moving on, later that night we took a family walk/bike ride down our simple, country road. It was beautiful. Gorgeous. I took it all in. Deep cleansing breaths. I thought to myself, this was a perfect day. Not that everything was perfect. There was still bickering, teasing, tears, sassy-mouths. But we made the most of every moment. By "making the most" I mean we played and relaxed, played some more and relaxed some more. We were balanced (except for Santa Claus in cowboy boots) and it felt so good.