Today Was One of Those Days

Today was one of those days when I was extra tired. My feet felt heavier, my arms hung lower and my eyelids downright drooped. Luckily the sunshine made the driving to and from Riverdale easier. We went to bed extraordinarily late last night. We pretended that we didn’t have a baby that will wake us at 6:00am and we pretended that I wouldn’t have to get out of bed. We pretended it was how it used to be and we weren’t snoozing until after 2:30am. That used to be our regular bed time. Now it was like parental torture.

Today was one of those days when I was glad I don’t have a corporate job where I have to be “on.” I used to come to work on 3 hours of sleep and pseudo-function through the day. I remember the days when it felt like someone else owned my time. Those were the days when I cherished every minute because they were so fleeting – but also the days when I would get angry if I ever had to wait in line, when I was always running. I was always running and I like slowed down so much better.

Today was one of those days when I sat down to blog “because I said I would” and not because there was anything special I had to say. I have tons of open documents – at least 3 dozen – that need editing and refining and then they’ll be ready for publishing. But today I’m just doing it because I said I would.

Today was the day after a Valentine’s I’ll always remember, when spring teased us and we ate sushi and had Prosecco. Today was a day I saw my mom and we reminisced about our life when we first came to America – seemingly a lifetime ago. Today was a day we all sat around and ate dinner together – Mexican night. I am so grateful for today.

It was a day that could easily have floated by as just another snowflake in the storm, but instead I took a minute and wrote it down. If only for a blog.

(Note: Photo is of 3-part family painting of a heart. Each of us made one part of it.)

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