A perfect day. I used to have them all the time. I really was blessed. Long, long ago, I was alone and lonely, but life wasn't all that bad. Then I met the perfect man, we had the perfect wedding, and began the perfect marriage. We had 4 (almost perfect) children. Life was everything I ever wanted it to be, then AS struck down the perfect mom.
My idea of a perfect day would be just an ordinary day from my past. One where I would get up early feeling wonderful, send my hubby off to work (he wouldn't be laid off on a perfect day
); do a couple loads of laundry; fix sausages, pancakes, and orange juice for the kids; and pack a picnic lunch. After breakfast, I'd take them for a trek through wilderness to visit an abandoned cemetery. We'd make up stories about the people buried there as we pull a few weeds. We'd eat our lunch under a shade tree. Then we'd head for home, buzz through chores and schoolwork. I'd still have time to fix my hair and a fabulous evening meal. After the kids went to bed, I'd visit with my hubby and do some sewing. That would be such a perfect day.
Hugs,
Cindy
I am only one; but still I am one.
I cannot do everything.
But still I can do something;
I will not refuse to do the something I can do. Helen Keller
