I’m not a big fan of Sundays because they are usually, hands down, my busiest day of the week. Grocery shopping, getting Daniel’s lunches and snacks ready for the week, preparing his uniforms and hopefully preparing a multi-day meal of some sort that will see us through any “what are we having for dinner” angst that might crop up. It’s a busy day and that doesn’t even include if we get wild hairs and decide to clean, do yard work or straighten up. After all, chances are good that there is a basket of laundry to put away. Always a basket of laundry to put away.
Today was no different except that I decided to go the extra mile and sweep the house and put all the laundry away. Jimmy did yard work. I was honestly dreading the late afternoon/early evening because I was certain the adults would be exhausted and the 4-year-old would be as well because he had been awake since 6 AM and no longer naps.
But I was surprised. Yes, we were all tired, but we headed back outside to enjoy the late afternoon sun. It was a truly beautiful Autumn day in Raleigh – not a cloud in the vivid blue sky, the temperature a perfect 60 degrees and everything looked like it had been diffused through a soft gold filter. Daniel ran around, picking up leaves in his dump truck and then ran up the slide into his clubhouse. He was in heaven. It was a joy to watch him and a reminder that we had longed for so very long to see a wee one run through our expansive back yard, purchased for such a reason.
When we went inside, Daniel requested to watch a No Reservations (my burgeoning foodie!), and he colored while Jimmy and I watched and chopped, preparing for the week ahead. The sky dimmed, and it was truly a moment of calm I had not expected. It rejuvenated me while I chopped melon and berries for snacks and lunch.
And now he’s been tucked in and is hopefully drifting off to dreamland and sweet dreams of starfish and wooly worms. Daniel is such a good boy, and he has been working so hard on his behavior chart and doing what we ask and expect of him. He is still sassy, but the tantrums of a month ago seem to have dissipated. He’s a good, sweet boy. He slams into us to give us hugs and kisses. His joy is everything.
I didn’t expect today to be a great day, but it was. I know that every minute and hour means he is growing up and away, so I am grateful that we had our perfect hours this afternoon and our hugs and kisses and sweet mood tonight. One day he won’t want us to tuck him in and sing songs. He won’t want his billion cuddly starfish or his Toy Story pajamas. I’ll remind myself of that every night when I’m tired and worn out and ready for bedtime. I’ll give him one more kiss and a huge bear hug and store up each moment for my memory bank.