Just like a rainy Saturday calls for a cup of hot chocolate and some snuggle time under the covers, a sunny Sunday calls for bubble blowers and a picnic at the Botanics.
On picnic Sundays (and basically any other day), our responsibilities are pretty clear. The husband does the crazy running with the bubble thingy and I do the chilling out under the shade. Occasionally, I also help out with the motivation bit by calling out for him to run faster.
With Kirsten turning 2 in a couple of weeks, the kids are at an optimum age to max out the enjoyment factor on these family outings. When they were younger, they used to get grouchy if it was too hot, too humid, too sticky, too dirty, too hungry and we would be spending most of the time trying to make them feel comfortable.
Now it’s like “FOOD? WHO NEEDS FOOD? LOOK THERE ARE BUBBLES!” Which makes life a lot easier and so much more fun.
These Sundays are extra special to me because at some point in their lives, they’re not going to want to spend their Sunday mornings running around chasing bubbles with us. I’m hoping it’s later than sooner but when it happens, I want to know I’ve given them enough baby hugs and blown enough bubbles and soaked up every moment spent with them.
When they’re off with their super cool friends doing whatever cool kids do in 15 years, it’s going to be a lot easier to let them go knowing that I made the most out of all the time I had with them.
It was one of those Sundays that’s special simply because it was so ordinary. Exactly the kind I want to remember.
