There is only one success--to be able to spend your life in your own way.-Christopher Morley
A Day in the Life
Posted January 2, 2011
I'm sitting in the family room on an early Sunday afternoon with absolutely nothing that I need to accomplish at this particular moment, and briefly pause to double-check that fact. Yes, strange but true -- this is one of the very rare occasions that I have some free time.
Outside there is a tentative rain falling and the branches of the palm trees slowly sway in the breeze. Inside there is a fantastic smell of gingerbread cookies being baked in the oven. Beautiful Eema and the Sweet Sweetheart are in the kitchen rolling out the gingerbread dough and cutting various shapes for the cookies. There are gingerbread boys, girls, and dogs being prepared to represent our family, so no one feels left out -- even Boca the dog who is napping in her crate.
Beautiful Eema and the Sweet Sweetheart's voices carry to where I am, and it occurs to me how adorable the whole scene is.
"They're coming out crispy and awesome!" the Sweet Sweetheart announces excitedly.
"Okay, Sweety, I think that we need to decorate them now while they're a little soft so it will stick," says Beautiful Eema.
Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice
"I think we'll use these for the buttons."
"Do you want to add any gumdrops?"
"Oops I dropped one. They're bouncy!"
"That one goes in the trash."
I smile, and think that's it's true what they say, girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice. Boys, though, well that's another story altogether.
"Do you prefer blue or green for the girl?
"They're both nice."
"The teddy bear needs eyes."
"What about buttons?"
"We can do buttons."
"I was going to do a mouth for her."
"Oh, yeah, a mouth, sure."
"I'm not too good at this."
"You're doing great."
"I'm going to do a flower."
"Ooooooh, sorry. I can't believe these things are so bouncy."
The discussion in the kitchen continues, and the wonderful smell wafts through our house. Upstairs, the Good Boy is watching cartoons in the home office. There are unnaturally muscle-bound aliens and superheroes engaged in a fierce battle for the future of Planet Earth, and I suspect that at the same time he is also conducting his own Pokemon battles on his handheld DS game. At 9.5 years-old, this is the closest one comes to multitasking.
Suddenly, the smell of baking reaches upstairs and the Good Boy comes barreling down the stairs and into the kitchen. The dog senses the boy in the room, wakes up, stretches her legs leisurely, then turns to see what all the excitement is about.
It's times like these that I shake my head and think about how well things turned out for our family. Father, Mother, kids, dog, and house in the suburbs. No serious illness, no current catastrophes or tragedies. It's not a super exciting action-packed existence, but it's a good one, and I know that things can change in an instant. But for now, I just feel grateful for everything.
So, I sit up on the couch in the family room and decide to join the rest of the family, but first I'll preemptively take the dog out to pee. Like I said, it's not super exciting or glamorous...
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