Following a pretty rotten day, the universe will sometimes throw you a nearly perfect one. Or maybe it’s just that, for me, two consecutive rotten days are unacceptable. In any case, yesterday= pretty dang crummy. Today, however, rolled something like this:
Day started, per usual, with a small girl crawling into bed with me and firmly wedging herself in my back to snooze for a few more minutes. Then it was up and around for breakfast with the fam at our favorite pancake place. Unseasonably cool fluke of a day that it was, we sat outside. In Phoenix, in almost-June. Crazy.
Then, trip to Anthem so the kids could play at the splash park, then we took a ride on the Daisy Mountain Railroad. (There is something pretty special about little boys and trains that even I cannot quite capture in words.) They were so worn out after all the a ‘benture, that we came home for epic naptime. During which Dad laid outside in a lounge chair, in the sun, while mom finished a book. Hear that, people with small children? I actually finished a book.
Then I went to get my hair did. As any woman with kids will tell you, it is the ultimate 45-minute vacation. New lease on life, for (usually) under $100.
Stopped at AJ’s (=fancy grocery store) just in time for the free Friday wine tasting (oh, look how that happened!) took my sweet time, met some lovely people, and picked up sushi for dinner.
So yeah, it was a pancake morning, and a sushi evening. And also, I might have accidentally bought some chocolate. And wine. And finally–finally!– cherries. I craved them like a crazy person both times I was pregnant, and now it is fun to watch those babies–now out in the world, with teeth even–inhale them quicker than i can cut out the pits.
They might cost as much as a tank of gas, but all in all, it just seemed like a good day to splurge on cherries. And to say out loud that life is good, most every day that we let it be.