Ever have one of those days that was just perfect? I did, it was this past Sunday. I woke up to Aliya kicking me repeatedly in the back. There was something about the ease in which I got up and did our morning ritual of changing, tooth brushing, and face washing that set the day into perpetual bliss. Aliya and I made coconut blueberry muffins and as Rob awoke to the smell wafting through the air he was also sucked in to the ease of it all. Rob and I talked about the chores (namely vacuuming, moping, laundry, new bed sheets) we needed to accomplish before the day was out but we took a different approach than our normal grudging procrastinating one we usually head down; and with mop and vacuum in hand we tackled them, right then, with smiles on our faces and a bounce in our step. A couple of hours and loads of laundry later we plopped on the couch still in pj’s with all the chores done. Lunch was approaching so we headed to the kitchen, improvised a new recipe and with the ebb and flow of the ocean we worked seamlessly together, never getting in each others way and collaborating to come up with a delicious new dish. Now this is a story about my perfect day so it obviously includes a hour and a half late afternoon nap while Rob played with Ali, which was so rejuvenating. As I bathed, dressed, feed and got Ali ready for bed, Rob made dinner. I then took a long soak in the tub and got out just in time to see the Saints beat the Vikings in overtime for a spot in the Superbowl (congrats Aunt Teri, sorry Rob). Rob and I headed to bed a bit past midnight and as we were drifting off to sleep our little angel woke up and wanted to play. Now normally this wouldn’t seem like the perfect ending to the perfect day, but it was. The three of us cuddled in bed and played with her turtle that projects the night sky on the ceiling. I think this will be a day I remember for eternity. It was the type of day that will stand out when I look back on my life. Just the three of us being us; on a normal, average, common, ordinary, perfect day.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday
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