We all want the next Perfect Day. We think back about the last one. How do we have more of them, more often?
Let me tell you about yesterday…
We woke up to a new sunny day. The day before was far less than perfect. We had some hurt feelings. Couple that with the fact that Curvey has been in a lot of pain lately; a new day was a welcome event.
I was starting a project and had the 2nd bedroom of the beach house tore up. Then we got a call that our niece and nephew and friends (and nieces little girl) were headed our way to hit the pool.
Curvey pops a tray of lasagna into the oven and we all headed over to the pool.
The project can wait. Let’s enjoy the family time.
Good company, good food and a lot of sunshine and we all bailed around 4. This has been a good day., near perfect.
Then we got a message that one of Curvey’s young submissive sisters died in a tragic accident leaving her husband with two children alone. Her husband is also a friend and it hit me hard as well.
So I comfort her and we talk it out, walk the beach, and find solace in each other.
My perfect day shattered? No. Such a loss of such a vibrant young person is horrible. But how we dealt with it and drew a bit closer was uplifting.
After dinner, I put my girl to bed and headed out to listen to some live music going on a few doors down.
I got back a little while later, slipped into bed, then slipped into her.
My main point is we can look to every day and find some of that Perfect Day. It’s all around us. We just have to be aware.
Ups and Downs. Ebbs and Flows. Cherish each moment on its own. Life is fragile. We will miss Ladybug. She was special.