Father of the Bride morning….

The sun streamed across the rumpled  quilt as I reached to silence my annoying alarm, on  this particular Saturday morning in March.  I had forgotten I made a 9:00 appointment until I was setting my alarm the previous night.  I stumbled to the closet to find the easiest most comfortable thing that was ok to wear in public. I decided on the same thing I wore yesterday. I mean who cares? sometimes I just get tired of pretending I’m being followed by the fashion paparazzi for ‘on the street’ fashion.

As I drove the length of  our sun saturated street it became apparent that a glorious day was emerging. It was good to be up at the crack of dawn while most others were still shaking off the fatigue of the past week in deep Saturday morning slumber.  By now I definitely knew this was a Father of the bride morning.

Anything I prefix with “Father of the Bride” fits under the description:  perfectly unperfect, joyful, homey, wholesome, all is well with the world (and my soul). everything is as it should be and that’s a great feeling because it doesn’t happen very often these days.

I drove to the bank to make a withdrawal for some items I needed cash for. It’s always a good day when you go to make a withdrawal and money comes out. How blessed am I ?

As I drove to my appointment, I crested a hill in the road that allowed me to see the entire city skyline in the distance, underlined by rows of rooftops and evergreen trees.  It was a travel postcard sight.  Arriving at my destination, I hopped out of the car to hear, for the first time this spring, birds chirping in chorus.  A ‘glad to be alive’ day for sure.

Following my appointment, I stopped off at the market before returning home for the day.  My plans involved donning my apron and proceeding to to some baking for a birthday party I was hosting the following day.  As I have mentioned before,  one of my favorite pastimes is working in my kitchen. I turned on some music and grabbed a chilled bottle of perrier and proceeded to fire up my Kitchen Aid and get down to some culinary tasks.  As I am methodically enjoying my time in the kitchen, my husband is out in the garage, power washing the floor.  We have one of those epoxy garage floors that cleans up nicely. And while he was at it he decided to clean out the shed and the clean up the back deck as well.

I had such a sense of well being as I considered myself in the house doing women’s work and he outside doing men’s work.  I’m good with that.  I am more than good with that.  In my way of thinking – that’s the way it should be.  Even though I was in and he was out, I felt like we were doing life together and a wave of happiness and joy washed over me.  This has always been what I wanted out of life and here I was experiencing it.  This moment was not lost on me.  Nor do I want any moments like this to be lost on me.

No – everything in life is not perfect…not by a long shot.  But I must remind myself to appreciate and cherish moments and days like these when just for a breeze all is well in my world.