In the middle of last week we were given an assignment to write a paragraph. He gave us this condescending assignment because apparently there are some dolts in the class who like to write as though it's an informal chatroom. They write sentences without a subject, they fail to capitalize things, they forget to punctuate. So he's teaching us how to write a paragraph. Easy enough, right? Right. Until he stated the topic:
"The best day of my life"
*Sigh*
So I racked my brain, I really did. I could write volumes on the worst days of my life....but the best?!
The due date is speedily approaching, so I've been worried.
I was surprised as I lay down to sleep this evening, that today was actually a good day. So I sat down and wrote this simple, albeit forced, paragraph that actually should have been broken down into multiple paragraphs, but, hey, the assignment was to write a paragraph. :
Today was better than most days because everything went well, and I didn't make any huge mistakes. I woke up before the rest of my family, took a shower, ironed our clothes, and made breakfast for my baby just as he woke up. We prayed together as a family which is something we'd like to do regularly, but don't always go the extra mile for. We drove to church and I actually remembered to bring good Sunday music along for the ride. We only had one fight, and I only stayed angry through the first half-hour of church. Then a song softened my heart and helped me to ponder the fact that the Savior "cared for me enough to die for me." Tears came to my eyes, and I let them flow. I did so discreetly, so one saw it. My husband and I spent the next two hours with the 5-year-old age group that we teach together. It's a rare wonder when my husband & I are both at church doing what we're supposed to be doing, together. When we came home my husband made lunch for us. Such a good feeling permeated our home. My husband's dad called to touch base with me about some drama I created over this past week (aaah the power of blogging), and it was a satisfying discussion. I'm glad to have him as my father-in-law. When the baby woke up from his nap, our family of three went for a lovely springtime walk through the forest, and had a good talk. It's the simple things that make life sweet.
