Today had all the makings of what should have been a really good day. For the most part, it was. It was on paper. You know, sometimes there are those days that on paper look awful but really they are wonderful. And then there are those days that look wonderful on paper and really, aren't so great. Today was one of those. Big plans for the family today. A train ride with Santa Claus, lunch with the grandparents and then decorating our Christmas tree. All of those things happened. No, big issues, no problems. (Thought I lost the tickets but no big deal.) For some reason, however I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and I did not do a very good job of hiding it. Somehow, I just could not keep it to myself.
We all woke up nice and pleasant but despite the knowledge of an impending train ride we moved very, very slowly. And then, my extra passenger decided once again it didn't like eggs, which meant as I was trying to eat an egg sandwich and the kids were demanding animal crackers, I began to throw-up in the car. Okay so maybe there was a down moment that I now think of it. Really, though, it wasn't so bad.
Our train ride was fantastic and except for being totally exhausted after eating macaroni and cheese the kiddos did great at lunch. Somehow though, I was still in a funk.
I sort of blame our tree. I know, it seems silly to blame our tree but our tree is really, really, absurdly big. I'm the only one in our family who thinks this however. The three men in my life think it is the most perfect big tree they've ever seen. I think this tree was haunting me throughout the day. Knowing it doesn't really fit in our living room, was just totally stressing me out. I know, I know. that's crazy talk, but still.
We finally did get home and we did decorate the tree. And while it doesn't fit in our living room at all, it is totally perfect. I however was still in a funk. I'm telling you, I could just not pull myself out of it. Maybe I needed to bust out some yoga (I was letting myself have a rest day). Who knows what it was.
Bedtime for the kiddos loomed and I was still a bit funky although my ability to hide it seemed to be getting better. (Not too good mind you since my husband decided to remind the kids to "Be nice to Mommy because she isn't feeling good. Don't upset her.") No, the funk was still there.
Then out of no where I had the most perfect moment and the mood, the funk, was gone. I was reading Christmas stories with my big boy and one it ended he asked to sing a song. Sitting on my little couch (compared to my HUGE tree) we sang "Hark the Herald Angels Sing". It was probably the most special moment of my season so far. At the very least it was the most special moment of my day.
A perfect day on paper turned out to be perfect after all but not because of a train ride or even decorating a tree. It was perfect because of one perfect moment. Isn't that what life is all about? Moments, strung together? What if each day gave us one perfect moment? That seems like quite a nice life.