People ask me all the time, “What’s a normal day for you?” And I usually stumble for lack of better words and utter something lame about playing with baby, running errands or doing laundry. Of course, the “doing laundry” part is a big lie. But seriously…it’s a hard question to answer when asked unexpectedly. So, given some time…I shall answer.

What’s a normal day for me? First of all, it’s never normal. Unless of course you call the unearthly-magic-of-being-so-in-love-with-a-miraculous-piece-of-heaven-and-watching-that beautiful-bit-of-ethereal-life-grow-before-your-very-eyes normal. Now that that’s out of the way…what do we do? We honestly, truly bask in happiness every day. And sometimes I feel guilty saying that–like I have to defend myself against those that might challenge me that we live in a cloud or that reality isn’t that blissful. But it so is…when you make it. In my life long search for my own mantra, I have finally landed on it…”Life is What You Make It”. And I choose to make it wonderful by enjoying the small things every single day. We are in the midst of major transition in our home with Brett’s new job, we don’t know what tomorrow holds, we don’t agree on every single issue, and we certainly have “those days.” But, in the end…as each day we are blessed with closes, we smile. We do things that make us happy, we look on the bright side, and we thank God that we have everything we could ever want…love, love, and more love.
We turn ordinary into extraordinary…who knew a little pink inner tube could create so much fun?! It became our little front yard playground today…
We Live & Love… pulled right from Cubby’s sweatshirt!
We take time to play…We make everyday colorful…
We stop and remember to be thankful (me…for my cute little Babies in this picture!)
And we learn new things every day…
And, that’s our “normal” day!Until next time…G’Nite!

We went for a walk today and stopped by the lake…
…and that’s my pretty baby in yellow! She looks like sunshine!

If Life were a movie, today would be one of those parts you rewind over and over ‘cuz it’s really, really good. Like Tom Hanks-finding-Meg Ryan-at-the-top-of-the-Empire-State-Building kind of good.

Blue sky and cotton candy clouds. Really cold beer, live reggae music, bare sandy baby feet, sunshine that never ends, and one of those moments I find myself having more and more frequently where I stop. …and think…”This? This is happiness.”

Somewhere between the boys digging a hole so deep in the sand I could sit in it and not see over and the dred-locked Rastafarian singing one of my favorites–“Could You Be Loved,” I realized just how lucky we are to enjoy this kind of Sunday. Oh, and Lainey tasted her first grouper finger…and loved it!

And…is there anything more magical than watching a Daddy who loves his cubby-girl?

P.S. When we were taking pictures on the dock, we were facing the restaurant full of tourists. Lainey was hamming it up good …laughing, waving, smiling. A man came out of the restaurant, walked over to me and said, “I was having a really, really good day. But, this? (pointing at Lainey) This made it even better.” Awwww. I like dat man. Well said, my friend. Well said.

And, from a little earlier today…