I’ve got coffee in hand and I’m daydreaming about what the perfect year would look like. Sometimes planning which moments should unfold, without having to logically plan out the details is good for the soul. This year, I want to spend more moments with family, than without. If this were the perfect year, it would include joking around with my brothers often, having girls nights with my sisters-in-law, relishing in the beauty of my boys developing that forever-friendship that comes from cousinhood and staying up late to drink coffee with our parents. It would include best friendships growing even deeper and new friendships blooming. And since we’re striving for perfection here, it would include me doing my Zumba DVD without pulling a hip out of socket or having my side muscles cramp with agony rivaling childbirth.
In the meantime, I’ll squeeze every last drop from this goodness I’ve got. 
I love early morning sunrises and babies clad in fleeced pajamas. Skies lined with mini palm trees, just planted and thriving their way to standing tall. I love giving in to the wild hair that treats you to a spur of the moment, solo morning drive; Where you watch the first of the sea gulls dunk and dive for their breakfast and join in the camaraderie of the few fellow early risers, even if it’s only in the passing by of their whirling spokes and quick pedals. Josh took over the morning routine and I ran with it. He’s a good man that one.
I only just realized that today dawns one extra vacation day. Before bed last night, I set my alarm and mentally psyched myself up for the beginning of regular routine, telling myself, it’s time. Then Josh reminded me we have one last day of freedom. Truth be told, I need this last day. Tomorrow is for routine, today we enjoy.
We love our little lemon tree. 
This kid, oh my gosh, he loves LOVES helping me “paint my face”. He’s also at that stage where the things you tell him are really seeping into his little brain. For instance, we are under the impression that our little gingers are the most amazing kids ever, and we tell them so. Jacob declared, after thirty minutes of “face painting” that he looked amazing and that he was “so smart, right dad?” It kills me! You know, in that I can hardly believe the goodness kind of way.
Obviously we brought in the first day of the new year with donuts. Obviously. And that one below, he partook with a vengeance, giving in completely to the subsequent sugar high.
My prediction came true. Josh and I made it to around 10:45pm on New Year’s Eve before crashing to bed and had our welcome-new-year kiss over coffee yesterday morning instead. It’s not how you celebrate so much as who you’re with. And I wouldn’t want to celebrate even the smallest of moments with anyone but Josh.
Happy New year!
How was your weekend celebration?
