Sunday, 24 May 2015

Sunday

Today was one of those ordinary days, the type of slow lazy day that isn't always possible in the day-to-day rush of getting-stuff-done.

It wasn't a day that changed the world. But it was a day in our world, one worth remembering. Sometimes it's the ordinary things that elevate the minutes and hours to something extraordinary, if we just take the time to stop and notice them.

Enjoying pinwheels, 



and hopscotch,



and sunbathing,



slanty sunlight and pretty candles with happy names,



and - eek - a build your own soft-serve. Luckily for me she is more interested in the actual building of it than the eating of it, so I didn't have a gremlin bouncing off the walls afterwards from sugar overload.



Instead, she slept curled up with me on my bed, and I got some downtime to read.





The last cupcake. She baked a batch yesterday with her daddy, and then sold all of them for a school task. Except for two, which we let her keep for herself.



And after the sleep, and the cupcake, we laced up our shoes and went for a 'run'. According to my Nike running app, we covered a distance of 2.62km in 26 minutes. I thought that was pretty good, given that we had so many stops along the way to run through leaves (because I love how they crunch and munch, mama), blow dandelions, scoop up a handful of sand at a building site, and then rinse the hands off in a sprinkler we passed. We're not exactly gearing up for the Comrades here, but we are getting ready to do our first 5km Parkrun together. One run and a handful of dandelions at a time.



She's upstairs asleep, the cat curled up next to her. And I am dreaming, planning, saving for a 2016 Robinson Crusoe adventure. A week on Mumbo Island, swimming, kayaking, snorkeling, hiking and rock jumping in beautiful Lake Malawi. Memories to be stored up, put away, treasured until such time that they are dusted off and relived.

(photo credit: Kayak Africa)



Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.


-- William Martin

Amen.

1 comment:

Melanie said...

Sounds so relaxing. Love it! :-)