Every once in a great while a day comes along that makes you truly grateful. I had a day like that Sunday.
The past few weeks of Back to School have been busy and stressful. I feel compelled to make sure that everything is crossed off the to-do list, the house is clean, the kids are clean, I am clean. You get the idea. Weekends are supposed to be a time to relax and unwind with family, but lately they have been anything but. Saturday I woke up excited to run my last longer run before the 1/2 only to discover that it was crazy humid. I made a bad call and headed out anyway even though all summer I’ve had a firm rule to not run when the dew point is over 70. I got about 2 miles in and texted my girl Christina who lives nearby to see if she could drive me home. She couldn’t, and so I walked the rest of the way. I decided I’d try again Sunday when it was supposed to be much cooler. The rest of the day I felt wiped out, tired, and generally in a not-great mood. I blame the heat. We hid inside in the air conditioning most of the day.
I slept great on Saturday (NEVER happens) and when Kitten woke up Honey took her downstairs so I could stay in bed a bit longer. I was supposed to get dressed and head out for that run, but I just couldn’t make myself do it; something about the morning told me this was a day to take it slow. Instead I went downstairs and had a rare morning snuggle on the couch with my ladies while Honey made pancakes. I’ve been doing long runs on weekends all summer so I’ve missed out on pancake Sunday many times, but not this week.
After breakfast we decided we’d go apple picking. We got to Belltown and hopped on a tractor into the fields. After our first stop we were waiting for a tractor and noticed as it passed that good friends of our were sitting on it! I waved and smiled hoping they would see us and get off at this stop. They did and we spent the rest of the trip together and had a truly delightful time. The kids all played nicely and the adults even managed some uninterrupted adult conversations. Many apples were eaten, many runs down the apple rows were had, smiles, hugs, and laughs were plentiful. It couldn’t have been better if we planned it. The weather was also truly spectacular and I kept looking up at the sky thinking how it was such a perfect day.
High off our trip we headed home. I struck me that the day was moving along so smoothly because we weren’t stressing about what we were supposed to be doing, we were just doing what felt good and having fun. The rest of the day went kinda like that. The kids requested french fries for lunch (odd, but whatever-wish granted) and played in their rooms while I took a snoozer on the couch. We all watched the Pats game on TV while the girls played with the huge box our new couch came in. After the game we walked to the school playground and played until we got hungry for dinner. Sitting at the bench on the playground Honey and I were both so happy that we’d had this day. We cooked what the girls wanted for dinner because when a day like this comes along you don’t do anything to rock the boat. There weren’t even any of the regular bedtime antics when the time came. Honey and I got to settle into the couch to find out who killed Rosie Larsen on The Killing. [If you haven’t seen this show, wow, you’re missing out, although I’ve heard seasons 3 and 4 aren’t as good.] I went to bed happy as a clam that I’d be given this amazing day and thankful for all the people in my life I got to share it with.
The next time you see a day like this come your way be sure to notice it and embrace it. I’m reminded of what the famous philosopher Ferris Bueller once said:
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.