A Good Day

The sun was shining as we enjoyed an hour at our neighborhood playground. The three-year-old giggled as he felt that funny tummy feeling from swinging high. The six-year-old ran in her carefree manner from climbing apparatus to swing to slide. The eight-year-old played a game of wrestle, then chase, then wrestle, with the dog. The ten-year-old had some comraderie with a fellow neighborhood boy as they shot some hoops. The 40-year-old (me) sat on a warm bench listening to the sounds of childhood joy while reading a few pages of To Kill a Mockingbird. We eventually meandered home so we could eat some pasta for dinner. After dinner, the 45 year old played chess with the eight-year-old. Family reading time consisted of the final pages of Harry Potter 6. And as darkness entered the night, the family took pleasure in a sign of the approach of Spring, a lovely March thunderstorm. It was a good day.