“Today is the best day ever.” My 4 year old walks up to me and says confidently.
Usually when I hear this phrase, you will find our family having a full day of fun with friends, enjoying a family gathering, doing extra special activities, or something that fills the longings of my little men.
This wasn’t one of those days.
It was Monday morning. I was warming up pancakes in the microwave. The boys were in their usual routine of goofing off and checking off their morning responsibilities. Our daddy has been away for 2 months. Charlie and I have a cough. We had a wonderful weekend with friends at their farm (none of us wanted to leave) and on that first day of October, temps were climbing back towards summer days where our bodies are more comfortable in a pool of water, not in classrooms.
But to Charlie, this was the best day ever.
I think his comment caught a couple of us unaware. “It is? Why is that?” My oldest and I wondered out loud.
He started his simple and life giving list. “I love my house. I love my family. I love our cat and my brothers. I get to stay home today with you, right mom?”
This sweet and humble 4 year old boy spoke truth and light into our busy morning. “He gets it,” I say to myself. I make a mental note to write about this. I thank God for this moment. And then…
I make lunches.