Dreaming.......

My Perfect Day:

The weather: It’s cold, but not raining. The sun is shining, but there are clouds.

I would wake up at 8:30 with the heater on and music coming from the living room… Jim Brickman. One of his piano CD’s. I would walk out, wearing fuzzy socks and my favorite pj pants with the cool satin ribbon at the top… and my mom would have blueberry coffee cake just out of the oven. Our family would sit together at the table, talking sporadically… but not a lot. The silence is not awkward. In fact, it’s enjoyable. We laugh a lot when we do talk, and really enjoy just being together.
At 9:30, I head to take a shower, and find that my mom has just washed the towels. They still have the laundry soap scent on them, and are fluffy. 9:50, I hop out, and get ready. Doesn’t take me long… I just throw on my favorite pair of sweats and a sweatshirt, toss my hair up, and don’t put any make-up on. I head into my room, where I light a vanilla scented candle, and I read. For maybe an hour. No distractions at this time. Just me and the book. I blow out the candle, and the yummy smoke fills the air.
At eleven, I get into my parents car that they are letting me borrow for the day… and I head to be a nanny…. With ALL the kids I babysit. Ever. There are seventeen of them. I am totally able to handle them all on my own… and we have a party. We eat yummy food~ that the kids are able to help prepare, we watch a movie- Finding Nemo, snuggle, and laugh. A lot. The older kids perform a puppet show, while the younger ones are content to watch and sit with me. We are covered with warm cut-and-tie blankets, and everyone is enjoying their afternoon. No tears, meltdowns, or arguments. Just fun.
At four, the parents come to collect their children… and it is sad to see them go, because I’ve had so much fun. The kiddos all hug me goodbye, and I head home change into some “pretty” clothes. I put on a black dress with black kitten heels, and my mom curls my hair. It’s pulled back loosely. I do my make-up, and I finish the outfit off with a string of pearls. I head to the Cascade. At the cascade, there are people who are passionate about music and just want to play their instrument/sing/dance. I know them all. None of them are strangers, but I may know them very little. There is no agenda for the evening. It’s just a night of spontaneous worship through music and dance. Mrs. Zittel is in the corner, doing some type of fascinating modern contemporary routine… and I’m thankful to finally get to see her talent full force. Rachel and Lauren are doing a duet, harmonizing beautifully. There are some boys in the corner, younger… using their falsetto. Beautiful. Elyse is painting, I don’t know what, but that’s no surprise and I am just excited to see her heart in color. Mrs. Dummer is there, playing piano and singing. It’s breathtaking. There are various other groups that are there. I am there, too… although I know I don’t fit into any of these previously stated groups. And I am TOTALLY okay with that. So I start singing on my own. Out front and center… completely to Jesus. Doesn’t matter what song I sing, it could even be a mixture of songs… but I am unaware of everyone around me… singing as loud as I can. After a while, I stop. I look around me and everyone is smiling. Not at me. Just to themselves. They just had intense moments, too. Moments of passion and thankfulness, awe and reality. I am grateful.
Around seven, I head to Red Robin to meet up with the seniors. We eat together, completely enjoying each others company, no hindrances. No gossip takes place, instead, we ask about each other, genuinely interested in the lives of our friends. We laugh, eat, and are respectful to the waitress and the other diners. We discuss memories that have taken place over the last few years… but it’s not sad. We’re just reveling in the good times… taking in and cherishing the few moments we have left together.
At nine, I head home once again. I eat dessert with my family… warm cherry pie with vanilla ice cream slathered over the top…
At nine thirty, I crawl into bed… once again in the favorite pj’s (but they’ve been washed, so they smell awesome)… and the heater whirring. My dad comes in and tells me he loves me… followed by my mom. By ten o’clock… I’m asleep :)

This….. this would be my absolutely perfect day.