It was the perfect day.
After a full night's sleep, I woke up rested, stretched, ready for the new day. Time for just me in the quiet before the girls rise: prayers, exercise, reading, and writing.
The morning routine was in action with quiet, loving reminders. Smooth transitions from making breakfast, lunches-to-go, and catching the bus with only kind and helpful words.
"Love you Mom! Thanks for lunch! Have a great day! Happy reading with your kids!"
A calm drive to school, walking in with only one bag, a smile, and a diet Coke. Greeting teachers and students in the hallway, sharing thoughts about the books read last night and swapping high fives and books too.
Meeting with small groups of students, celebrating little goals as we continue to progress as readers, writers, and thinkers. All day long book talking, thinking, laughing, and quiet time as we are surrounded by books.
Closing the day with time to refect, connecting with my teammate, and preparing for another amazing day tomorrow.
With plenty of daylight left, I leave to pick up the girls, meet Daddy at home, and head out for a walk to the neighborhood park. Enjoying the sunshine and fresh air.
We return home to make dinner together while squeezing in moments to dance and be silly together. Enjoy a delicious dinner sharing our highs and lows from the day. Time to relax and just be.
Daily chores of life begin: homework, dishes, little pile of laundry, papers, and cleaning up. Of course, the perfect ending to a perfect day: bedtime stories, snuggles, kisses goodnight.
Final hours of the day spent side-by-side with Jon. Talking, laughing, catching up, planning the future together. Maybe another book and a scribble in my notebook.
Prayers said. Thankful heart. Deep breaths. And eyes closed.
Until tomorrow's perfect day.
__________________________________________________Author's note: Nothing is perfect in this world. I participated on my district's principal interview team. One of the questions I had the pleasure to ask candidates was "Describe your perfect day." Oh, the looks and laughs I received: "That is a great question."
So, I decided to answer that question myself. Pieces of this day happen daily with and without the imperfections.