A Really Good Day

It’s not often in the throes of grief or newborn land that you get a really good day. Especially not after a week of stomach bugs and never ending snow.

Today was a good day.

I got myself and the kiddos dressed at in the car with enough time to only be 5-10 minutes late to church. We spent the afternoon with my in-laws and I returned home to conquer dinner and bedtime before enjoying some time to myself.

Don’t be fooled: it wasn’t a perfect day.

Caleb had a meltdown after church, so I had to carrying him kicking and screaming (literally) from the church to the car. He probably ate more ice cream than lunch and he got to eat dinner (leftover scrambled eggs and sausage from breakfast yesterday) in front of the TV. We may or may not have created several bad habits in a single 12 hour period. Spending the day at Keith’s childhood home without him for the first time had moments of sadness and disappointment mixed with the comfort of being in such a familiar, safe place.

When we got home, it was still sunny and somewhat warm. There was 2-3 inches of water from melting snow and Caleb and I had our rain boots on, so there was only one choice: forget what needed to be done and stomp in the puddles.

I did let myself grab the camera, because I felt like this was a moment I wanted to be able to look back on to remember that good days do happen.