Today has been one of those days I wish I could play again over and over in my head. A day that you need to think about in rainy, good for nothing days. A day where you are not sure how you got the privilege to be a parent to such sweet children. A perfect day.
I remember many of these days growing up. Most of them were camping. All of them involved being outside and enjoying nature. All because I had a parent who decided that we came first, always. I remember a few, specifically, days spent tubing in the smokies, playing Phase 10 when it was raining while camping, watching a Christmas play where Truman Captoe’s “a Christmas Story” was the highlight, and this last beach trip with my sisters. I think you are lucky if you get a few slow motion days in your lifetime. I feel very blessed.
Our day stared at the pool, breakfast after swimming. Followed up by the Chattanooga Aquarium and more swimming. It wasn’t Disney but it really couldn’t have been any more perfect.