I actually am blessed to say I have more "good days" than not. It actually takes quite a lot of "stars aligning" to make a good day. The formula usually consists of this: all three waking up early and happy, a good breakfast, cleaning up breakfast as soon as it is over, getting to the gym by 7:50 am - but before leaving for the gym the house is clean, my bed is made, and the boys are both dressed for the day, Noah goes down for a nap right after the gym, I take a shower and get ready while Brock plays, Brock and I pray and read scriptures, the house is again cleaned and I have the diaper bag packed and ready to go out for an activity by the time Noah wakes up around 10:30. If all those things get done, or at least a majority of them, I know it is going to be a "good day". And some days none of those things get done, and they are definitely "bad days" - on those days I usually give up and say, "I will start over again tomorrow, we will just make the best of today." Then we head outside so I don't have to face my messy house.
But back to the good days. This day was an exceptionally good day. So good infact I tried to capture my feeling with photos - of coarse it did not work - I don't think you can capture that feeling - but at least I tried.
We were down in our parking lot...
Noah was playing on his blanket...
and I got the hose out for Brock - he likes to take his animals swimming and throw rocks in our make-shift river. (This is actually a daily set up for us)
Yes, it was a good day.
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