We have a lot of imperfect days around here. We are a family of five so at any given moment, chances are, someone is not being their best self. There’s been plenty of complaining and infighting and back talking and tears and injuries and just general malaise of late. I blame the seemingly interminable cold weather.
After a week that brought too much of all of the above, we set out yesterday to change our surroundings. And, we ended up with a day so delightful, we all felt lighter upon our return. There was sunshine and fresh air and old houses and a brisk hike and heavy artillery and livestock and laughter and a magical dinner that had options for everyone.
An accidentally perfect day spent with my imperfect crew.
It’s tempting to wish each and every day could be as perfect as yesterday but that’s not realistic. The grumbling and bickering and grievances are sure to return.
Besides, if every day were perfect, how would we appreciate the ones that were really, truly special?