Not every day is awesome.
Not by a long shot.
Most of our days are really great, but with ample amounts of crying, meltdowns, reading, playing, adventuring and snuggling.
But some days…are epic.
Some days seems to be tinted in roses.
Days like today I want to remember when I’m rocking in my rocking chair on my little nursing home porch. In fact, if I only had one day to live, today would have been a great way to sign off.
I breathed in my sweethearts all day long. (They smelled like strawberries in case you’re wondering).
I read “Where the Wilds Things Are” to Brother at least 13 times and nursed baby Nonny all morning as she seemed to be extra sensitive and needing me more than ever. And Bitzy woke up telling me stories of elephants, tigers, and dragons.
We snuggled and I stroked their hair and rub their soft cheeks. I memorized the lines on their faces and whispered prayers over each of them.
“Do they know how loved they are?” I wondered. I whispered “I love yous” and “you’re beautiful” into their ears and prayed it would travel to their hearts for safe keeping.
Then we ventured to the zoo. It was chilly but the sun made it bearable.
We talked about mammals and how strange it is that African Elephants and Asian Elephants have different sized ears but otherwise look the same. We talked about Madagascar and how the Lemur is such a beautiful creature. We visited the giraffes and marveled at their long tongues. We watched as a gorilla ate a huge bunch of broccoli and threw a piece of lettuce.
We talked how creative God is and how incredible animals are.
All such beautifully simple actions.
After the zoo we napped. All of us. It is not often that all members of our family rest. But we did. The house seemed to be at rest too.
Then, we hiked.
As we hiked up the trail, my sweet Brother Bear at only 2 years old said, “I wuv you guys. Today is my favorite day of my whole life! I wuv to hike! It’s my favorite adventooes eva”
Me too, buddy. Me too.
Then we played on the playground and Zach and I watched our darlings delight in being outside. It was amazing to see how they have grown in only a few short months since we have been there. This winter has been extra long and hard, but as the sunlight pours in I appreciate the coming spring more than ever.
I remember being at this very playground when we first moved to our little town. Bitzy was only 15 months old. I remember another mom at the park saying how sweet her “cute little baby noises were.” Now that tiny baby is 4 years old and can talk without taking a breath for minutes at a time. She can tell you most anything you want to know about most animals, most Bible stories she can explain and she is becoming quite effective at speaking the Gospel to most anyone she meets. It seems that only yesterday we were there when Brother was in my belly and her baby noises were charming everyone around here.
I told Zach about my memories and he said he could hardly remember her at that age. We talked about how time is a tricky trickster. We held hands and caught our baby Nonny as she slid down the slide for the first time.
We chased chestnuts and played ring around the rosy and hugged and kissed like this was our very last day on Earth.
Sure there were a few meltdowns and tears, but they were few and far between.
No day is perfect, but this one was darn near close. It’s been said that a good day is like sucking the marrow out of life, and I have to agree.
The marrow of this day is long gone friends.
Everyday is not awesome, but today was.
So I will remember it.