Friday, 18 October 2013

The Best Part of my Day

Today I'm linking up with some lovely ladies for my first Finish the Sentence Friday bloghop.

The prompt for today is "the best part of my day is ....."

As I was thinking about this, I wondered:

Maybe the best part of my day is when I put my baby girl down for a nap, make a cup of coffee and go outside in the fresh air. I spend five or ten minutes just wandering through my garden, observing the way the seasons change the flowers, the vegetables and the trees one minuscule bit each day. I look up at the peppermint trees swaying the breeze, see the willy wagtails hopping from twig to twig and marvel at how enormous our lettuce and broccoli have become. It's like a mini meditation every morning.

And then I thought:

Maybe the best part of my day is when I finally get the chance to have a shower and, if I am especially lucky, my partner will be home to look after our baby and I can even have that shower all to myself. We both joke that we each feel like we've been on a holiday after we've had a shower all alone without anyone banging on the door or barging in unannounced. For some reason, under the water, five meters away from the chaos of everyday life, but five hundred miles away from it all in my head, I am able to think my clearest thoughts and rationalise some of my biggest problems.

And then I thought:

No, maybe the best part of my day is right at the very end, when my children are in bed and I go outside and sit in the silence with a cup of tea  glass of wine and just listen to the waves rolling in on the beach. It's the most calming sound I know.

But then I realised:

Yes, all these moment in my day are beautiful and essential for my mental health, but none of them are the best part of my day.

Because the best part of my day is when my baby girl first wakes up in the morning and smiles huge wide-mouth smiles at me and crawls all over me, blowing raspberries on my cheeks -  her way of giving kisses. Of all the times of the day, she is happiest in these first moments of the morning, when she wakes up beside me and coos and laughs and gurgles and sings, in that precious uninhabited way that babies sing. No matter how tired I am, when I open my eyes and the first thing I see is her smile, I can't help but feel ridiculously happy.

Yes, that is definitely the best part of my day.

Finish the Sentence Friday

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