Today was one of those days … it was so good that I just want to soak up the past twelve hours, if I could, with every pore of my being. No, it’s not that today was particularly eventful. But it was meaningful to me.
For one thing, it was Jack’s first day of preschool. First child, first day of school … if you’ve been there you can probably relate: I was a little anxious about the whole thing. (“Did we get a good teacher? What if Jack throws a tantrum? What should he wear? What should I wear? What will the other moms be like? Do I have all the forms filled in? Where did I put his immunization records? What if Jack gets all clingy? What if he hates it and refuses to go back? What if, what if, what if!”)
Thank goodness, it was all for naught. Jack looked so grown up in his new school clothes (and he poo-poo’d before we left, so I didn’t have to worry about him walking into the classroom with a big stinky diaper).
As for myself, you can’t go wrong in Austin with khaki shorts and flip flops. (Pardon the cheesy pose. It was the only way that I could get Jack and Cooper in the picture at the same time.)
So, with a couple of extra diapers and a juice box in my purse, we were on our way. And, as soon as we stepped into his classroom, Jack was enthralled. He played with the toys – even shared one with another child! He hugged his new teacher (who I absolutely adore). He walked around on his own, without biting, hitting, or screaming. (Insert big sigh of relief.) I know everyday at preschool won’t be like that. But let me just say “thank you God!” for letting this one go smoothly.
Later in the afternoon, we went over to our almost-finished house to tie up loose ends and continue unpacking. When we arrived, my dad gave us the good news: We passed all inspections. We can move in. I am so excited (see previous post). And I have to say, I am in love with our new kitchen. I love the concrete floors. I love the spacious stone countertops. I love the gas stove and stainless appliances. To borrow from Hemingway, I absolutely love my clean well-lighted space.
So as I’m sitting here tonight, basking in this day, I also know that tomorrow I will forget. Happiness, contentment, joy … whatever you want to call it … is fleeting. I wonder: Can we make it last a little longer? Or should we even try? Because if we spend our time savoring one moment, will we miss the next?