Such A Perfect Day

Wednesday was jam-packed. Every minute felt like it passed by faster than the one before and all I could do is hold on tight, hoping to accomplish everything I wanted to. Lola and I spent an extra long morning tucked away under covers. She was tired from a late night of celebrating the completion of Pieter's very first novel, and I, well, didn't feel like a birthday girl's duties should consist of mopping floors, dusting shelves, and tackling the pile of neglected dishes from god knows when. Not right away at least! So we soaked in the sun filled sky through our little bedroom window. And as Lola snuggled up to me trying to find that sweet spot, I held my phone tightly, reading through the sweet words residing in your tweets, emails, Facebook posts and comments, texts, and messages. I felt the love. I really felt the love.

We finally started our morning, baths filled to the rim with bubbles, the cold morning breeze creeping through an open window offering some relief from the steamy, warm, sauna-like bathroom. Tackling Lola's lotioning, fingernail clipping, and dressing post bath can be a challenge at times. Luckily for me, Sesame Street was on. Lola is really liking "Almo" and Abby Cadabby. 

We went out for an early lunch. We took our time. We enjoyed the moments with each other. We shared an eggplant sandwich, farewelled the waitresses that favor Lola, and headed out. 

We ran our errands, stopping at the drugstore for nail polish and lip gloss. I asked Lola for her advice on colors. She recommended "puple". I went with lilac. A good compromise, if you ask me!

On our walk home, the skies went from powder blue to dark and intense. And within a matter of seconds it began pouring. I scooped Lola up, trying desperately to make it home. Lola stretched her arms out, put her face up, and began laughing. I laughed too. Hard. And from the time it took me to go from L to Capitol, the clouds had parted and the sun was out. Amazing!

 

The rest of the day, I ran around like a mad woman. Cleaning this and that, spraying here and there, dusting, scrubbing, moving the couch and unveiling all the treasures Lola had hidden for me. I painted our nails, revealing matching mother-daughter manicures. Lola liked this. My neglected locks went from the classic mom-pony to half curled because of the brief intermission to finish up this post. I put on my face, feeling anxious, excited, beautiful. I wore special jewelery, pieces presented to me from loved ones. I wore boots and the over-priced cardigan I just couldn't pass up. I'm glad I didn't because I love it!

We dined at a little urban bistro in East Sac. I indulged in bruschetta, parsnip mashed potatoes, and a pork chop the size of my face. I washed it down with wine and was refreshed by cucumber water. I don't remember what Pieter had, and it doesn't really matter because my food was that good!

We held hands, had wonderful dialogue. We were like the hearts of young lover's, fully in tuned, fully awake, fully focused, he on me and I on him. It was beautiful. It was classy. It was romantic.