That Kind of a Day

Sunday was the kind of day when there was no alarm clock.  Everybody slept until they felt like waking up.  One by one, we shuffled from our bedrooms.   Our calendar was empty and our pajamas were warm.  Days like that don’t come along often – a whole day of nothing to do.   Even Goldie, our pet fish, seemed unhurried as he swam lazily along the bottom of his tank.

It was the kind of day when sunshine and sixty degrees beckoned us outside to play.  Katie took her dolly for a walk in the stroller…down the sidewalk and back again.   Back and forth she walked, chatting all the while, and I wondered if the dolly was listening.  My husband raked the leaves, stopping every now and again to toss one of the girls gently in the leaf pile or pretend to stuff them in leaf bag.  The girls’ giggles rode away, unhurried, on the breeze.

And Maddie used her chalk to color each brick along the long walkway that winds through our yard.  Blue, red, white.  Blue, red, white.  It must have taken her forever, but she didn’t mind.  It was just that kind of a day.

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12 thoughts on “That Kind of a Day

  1. What a lovely gift of a day for you and your family. I’m so glad you were able to enjoy it together and to step back, recognize its worth, and share it with us. I love the line, “Our calendar was empty and our pajamas were warm” and also enjoyed envisioning Goldie’s leisurely swim.

  2. Don’t you just love those kinds of days? With all of the hustling and bustling most days contain a totally empty day on the calendar is a day to be cherished. Thrown in nice weather as well and it is perfect.

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