Today was good. The past couple of days, too, as a matter of fact.
It could have something to do with the fact that we can enjoy our dinners outside in the shade of a blooming tree again. Or that the swings on our swingset haven't stopped swinging accompanied by an oscillating flow of laughter. Or that I've decided that at this moment in my life, my house just won't be clean all that often. It just won't.
Today the boys took library books about ninjas, black holes, and a haunted house out to their clubhouse while Sunshine and Little Mister kept those swings going. I sprawled myself in the sun on the deck, a pillow behind my head and a book in my hands. (This book, if you're interested.) Little Mister eventually got brave enough to try the slide and Sunshine ventured off to fill a jar with dandelions.
Everyone came in with sun-kissed cheeks and sweaty hair.
I can't guarantee that the library books will make it back into the library basket, mainly because I haven't seen it in weeks. And I'm not making any promises that those sweaty heads will get any where near shampoo tonight.
But we do have steaks ready to go on the grill and a few more hours of daylight.
And all of that sounds fine to me.