After lunch I had an overwhelming need for a hot chocolate. I desperately wanted a hot chocolate with whipped cream that I’ll only drink half of because for some inexplicable reason I only drink halves of hot chocolates. It’s not about calories or anything health-related. I can never finish them.
Today was one of those ordinary days that I have a lot of.
A day where I am rushing out the door to drop off my daughter, come home to a coffee and a muffin and my three year old, pick up my daughter from school, play at the playground, figure out lunch, and return to the outdoors because it’s warm and sunny.
On my way to pick up Annie today, as we get out of the car, I grabbed Ben’s hand like I do every weekday. I held his hand as we walked over to his sister’s classroom door and it suddenly felt like I was doing this for the first time. I don’t know what it was about this day, but our background became a blur, the noise dulled and all I could see and feel and hear and breathe was Ben’s hand in mine.
A few hours later we piled into the car and drove with the windows down. The wind whipped my hair around and the sun soothed my worries. The trees rained blossoms making everything prettier. Annie was wondering what rhymes with bunny, Ben was talking about The Force and I finally got to curl my hand around a cup filled with hot chocolate.
It’s the little things…the ordinary things that make us take a second look, where we tip our faces to the sky, when we’re reminded of what’s important and the unknown is an adventure that makes life extraordinary.
In Red Velvet
Scott, my husband, wrote this great post for his Red Velvet blog of Red Velvet (his company) after our mini-break in Seattle. Red Velvet is this e-commerce platform for…and I’ve lost you. He’s an excellent writer and this is a great piece on shopping in this day and age…sort-of. It’s worth a read.