So let's call today DONE.
It was a sad enough Sunday--hell, all Sundays are a little sad to me now (hi Mom, I miss you). But now that it's calm, and all the dishes have been washed, and my boy is having his bedtime story read, and I'm just waiting for some laundry to come out of the dryer, I'm thinking that Sunday doesn't have to be entirely sad. It is, of course, a new week, and another day to pick ourselves up and try again.
Besides, as always, I've got a few songs stuck in my head. This one in particular I heard on the radio the day we all piled into my Dad's minivan and took the one and half hours drive down the country roads to the beach. My Dad, my sister, Jack, Ella, and my two nieces. Two of the kids are seven, one is four years old, and the last is three.
When this song came on, my eldest niece knew all the words by heart and was singing away in a young clear voice, perfectly in tune. The rest of the kids caught up at the chorus, and all were singing away in the back seat. I'll turn around one day and realise that they're not little anymore, and who knows how many sunny trips to the beach there'll be. Do you have those moments too, that you try to freeze in your mind, hoping you'll never forget them?
I was struck at the moment that it was a special day, a good day, and I took a mental snapshot of all the little people singing away, hoping to remember always when they were all so young and happy, and the day was hot, the sky was clear, and I was happy too.
"I'm taking a mental picture of you now
The hope is we have so much to feel good about"