Today was just good. Like, so good. I mean, if perfect didn’t sound completely insensitive to those having a rough one; I would just use it over and over again.
Would you mind if I gushed about it for a minute? No? Thank you.
See, I woke up kind of late this morning. That weird kind of late, when you’re confused about what you’re doing, where you are, what day it is, and where the heck your husband is. Peter had let me sleep in, despite needing to run off for a set job at noon- for 15 hours! Yes, set-life is no joke.
After he and I traded off, and after I finished some morning work, the kids and I headed out. I decided then and there, I didn’t know where we were really going, but it would have water, we would play, we would laugh, we would enjoy, and just go-with-it.
The kids played in the fountain at Washington Square park, for what may have been an entire hour. Oak went up the stairs, then down the stairs, then back up again. All the while, gripping his little chunky fingers on an abandoned empty plastic water bottle. River played in the water flat down, pretending to swim and making friends.
We stayed outside until I could feel the night setting in. Until their little bodies were all wimpy; physically, yet reluctantly begging for their beds.
Today, even in the tough and brief moments, I felt overwhelmed with gratitude for these babies of mine. At one point, I had called River’s name over and over, trying to get her away from the homeless man who was sleeping under the tree. She was really eager to pick this flower that only stood where he laid, and despite my warnings, creeped her way over- as I sat watching (in slight horror) with Oak. By the time she came back, I was obviously annoyed. She knew it, and came waltzing back with her head down, and this one single curl laying so beautifully on her forehead. She tried her hardest to mope back to me, knowing that I wasn’t happy; preparing herself for the inevitable mommy talk. Even through her mope, I could see this smile of joy peeking through this forced frown. Every part of her enjoyed the beauty of picking that flower. Despite my annoyance, I broke down. Witnessing my child, be a child. A child filled with joy and innocence. She, like I, was enamored with the day and it’s beauty.
We went on to explore four more parks and a secret garden today. Leaving a piece of our hearts, and taking a peace of joy in return.
What do you consider a good day? I’d love to hear.
The way you live your life is so inspiring to me. There seems to be so much Joy and appreciation for life. It reminds me that this is what life should be about. So thank you for sharing you and your lovely family.
Such a beautiful glimpse into a lovely day. A reminder to acknowledge and celebrate the days you feel are especially good…
I love that you decided to just go with the flow that day, and that you had a good one! A good day to me is a day without "grasping"; a day to move freely both in spirit and body. I am an over thinker, so I cherish and celebrate my good days. Thank you for the little reminder that a good day really boils down to the basics of being both present and grateful. Your kids are lucky to have you.
Thank you for reading
Over thinker over here as well. Those days of simply just giving up control and just going with it, have been some of the best days. I'm trying to do it everyday, and just not have any expectations. They're kids, and we are imperfect humans, after all.
A good day.. stumbling onto your amazing blog. So happy to find a beautiful stylish woman, doing the mom thing and having an exciting life. Totally inspiring.
just came across the post ! sounds like a lovely day ! but what day outside with the kiddos isn't? the best days are parks and nature <3
Thank you, Nina!