April 12, 2014
Content on a Saturday
Even as a little girl, I remember having moments that I wanted to memorize. The first happened when I was on my first boat ride when I was 5. I remember the feel of the wind in my hair, the smells and the way the water looked like fountain soda behind the boat as the motor churned away. I committed that perfect moment to my mind forever. That's how I felt about this Saturday, only I want to memorize every moment.
Windows open. Beautiful breezes. Cleaning out the flower beds. Friends out on bike rides stopping for conversation and hugs. A neighbor advising me that it's time to start planting my lettuce, potatoes and onions. Making a boule for my other neighbor and passing it over the fence.
A sleepover and the beautiful mess that comes with it. The sound of little league games in the park. The sun warming my bare shoulders. The sound of power tools as my Sweet Hubby builds me benches to go with the table he made me last year for Mother's Day. The Masters Tournament on in the background.
Emma and her friend antiquing on Main Street and then going to the library, because what else would 13 year old girls do on an Saturday afternoon in the Village? Lemonade and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies waiting for them when they return. Lunch on the back porch. Lots of smiles and sighs of contentment.
A day well lived and loved. Nobody has a perfect life but I have found when I take the time to really appreciate the small things, I feel like I get as close to perfect as a person could wish for.