This afternoon The Schmidtlets scampered around the backyard
while St.Matt worked on their sandbox, the puggles napped in the shade of a maple
tree, and I picked blueberries.
I dropped handfuls of them into their little sand pails.
They washed them in their octopus sprinkler between trips down their slide and
visits to watch Dada shovel. The Pip Squeak helpfully pointed out the worms
wriggling in freshly turned dirt while The Wild Imp stole berries from his
bucket.
Afterward we traded swimsuits and work gloves for shorts and
sneakers, plopped them in their stroller, and ran to our favorite ice cream
shop. We traded bites on the walk home and I kissed their sticky cheeks before
plopping them in the bath.
The past month has been chaotic: I was up in NYC for BEA and
Teen Author Carnival, then down in the Carolinas for vacation and visiting old
friends. They were wonderful experiences and adventures, but...
Today it was good to feel HOME.
Even though not a single blueberry made it into the house
and I didn’t take a single photograph, it was the perfect afternoon. Not
extraordinary. Probably not a day that I’ll remember in a decade, a year, maybe
even a month – but perfect nonetheless. Full of those simple moments that are
saturated with comfort and contentment.
I wish you all such days.
