… was Mother’s Day. I had a perfect day full blue skies, the warm sun, happy voices, picnics, sleeping late, a new mint dress, famous art that made my heart pound and Starbucks.
Maybe no day is truly perfect (Bear refused to listen to us while he rode his bike on a pathway and crashed an Indian Kite Festival) but perhaps it was the small mistakes, frustrations and “SMILE DANGGIT AT GRANDMA!” as well as “DON’T TOUCH THE NORMAN ROCKWELL PAINTING!” that made the day that much sweeter.
Life,with it’s mess and imperfections sometimes is simply brilliant and I store it all up, praying against another famine.
I hope your day was perfect and blessed.
PS We are taking off a few months of the Real Love Series to focus on LIFE in summertime and busyness. We will pick this back up in soon!
Life with Bear didn’t prepare me for an adventuresome [read: crazy] toddler like Bug. We went on a hike the other day while Bear was at therapy. He left the trail quickly and tramped through the woods when he heard the sound of running water. He scrambled down an embankment taller than him and found rocks as big as his head to throw into the water. I watched as he became bolder and bolder- and then watched, in shock, as he jumped/fell into the cold January water laughing all the while. and the craziest thing…
I love it. Every minute.