A few months ago, when I wrote Simplicity in Steps, the first step was to imagine your ideal day, with the understanding that it would change and grow over time as you do.
A few days ago, I realized that my life has been overrun by day-dreaming and I decided to indulge myself and write down my perfect day as I imagine it to be right now. And since I’m never shy about sharing my inner thoughts, here it is (warning: it was written in a very literary way, which is not how I normally write):
Jennie’s Perfect Day
Wake up next to Travis. Kiss him softly. Roll over to find child #1 has joined us in bed. “Frederick,” I say, “When did you get here?” Sleepy child moans and says, “Pancakes, mommy?” “Of course, pancakes!” I say triumphantly, “Banana pancakes for all!” Get up slowly. Stretch…
Child #2 comes into kitchen to help. “Linnea, my dear, be a doll and go jump on daddy until he comes in to hug me good morning.” Soon a grumpy man bids me good morning with a soft kiss, then he is not grumpy anymore.
Bid Travis adieu.
Ask children, “Children, what would you like to do today?” Frederick wants to go to the park to play and Linnea wants to go to the museum about space. Done and done. At the park, is talked about the seasons, and the rotation and axis of the Earth. Is talked about the trajectory of swinging. Is talked about the color of blood in veins when a cut is discovered. We eat a lunch we made that was put in our wicker basket and smile at each other.
At the planetarium is talked about space and planets. Is talked about stars and meteors. Is talked about the moon and its shapes. Is talked about telescopes and refraction. reflection. Is talked about religion and science and how they often go hand in hand when looked at closely enough.
Tired but happy, we stop at the store to buy avacados and asparagus, strawberries and lemons. Grapes are sneaked in by someone (probably me) and we eat them on the way home. Travis greets us during a game and is bombarded by talk of blood and stars. A boo-boo is kissed, a hug is given, dinner is consumed, and we read until prayer is said and little ones and big alike are asleep.
What does a perfect day look like to you?