A good day

It's been a good day.

I slept in until almost 8:00.

Tommy and I shared toddler conversation along with eggs and toast this morning.

We watched Sesame Street.

I did a load of laundry and started the dishwasher.

I paid some bills.

I drove up to New Braunfels and spent the later morning and into the afternoon with Paula and Ellen.

I delighted in the company of these two women.

I was seen. I was heard. I was loved on.

I saw them. I heard them. And I loved on them too.

I entertained and played with my son while having adult conversation.

I listened to Tommy's laugh and laughed with him.

I changed a dirty diaper and wiped a snotty nose.

I shared a story and listened to stories.

I ate tomato basil soup and Cesar salad for lunch.

I laughed and I cried.

I am now enjoying the quiet of the afternoon.

I've decided to leave the laundry and the dishes and ironing and just read and rest before I head out again tonight.

It's been a simple yet extraordinary day.

Yes. It's been a good day.