Two Days

Day One: We got up early - before the sky had a hint of morning. We piled into the car with bed-heads and homemade muffins for the trip. We drove 2.5 hours to Hershey Park, PA. We lathered on sunscreen and loaded the stroller with snacks, diapers, and Baby C. We stood in line with the entire East Coast population to go in the amusement park.

Once in, we stood in lines with the entire East Coast for roller coaster rides. Hours of rides. Hours of waiting. Hours of...fun? In some ways, yes. The screams. The hollars. The smiles. The excitment.

There were, of course, the pouts, the sunburns (in spite of my best efforts), the lines, the aching arms from holding Baby C when she was tired of her stroller, and the drive home. We arrived at home in the black of night. We unloaded.

I stumbled into bed. Exhausted.

A Different Day: I got up early - before the sky had a hint of morning. I worked on lesson plans and graded papers. I made breakfast and packed lunches. I waved as the kids boarded the school bus.

I got a call from a friend who was sick. The day's plans changed. I made and delivered soup. When the twins got home we read, we walked to the park, we played. When the big girls came home, we worked on homework, we drove to lessons, we practiced instruments.

We worked as a family. Worked on the yard. Worked on cleaning. Built a swing. Hung it from our front tree. The smiles. The dirty faces. The aching muscles. The laughter.

The work continued into the night. Tucking in freshly bathed children. Laundry. Ironing.

I stumbled into bed. Exhausted.

Two days.
But one had much more meaning.
Though it may blend into the days upon days...I know a good day when I have one.