Yesterday was a really good day.
Before I went to bed I reflected on the events of the day–and past good Sundays–and wrote this:
Showered, shaved, brushed, pressed, zipped, buckled, polished, and reviewed in mirror one more time.
Breakfast ingested quickly.
House deserted hurriedly.
Speed limits observed…mostly.
Worship called to order.
Sermon delivered…three times.
Lessons of morning processed.
NASCAR race started.
Horizontal positioned on couch assumed.
Race interrupted by nap.
Good dreams dreamed.
Race announcer excited.
Dream interrupted by race announcer’s excited voice.
Jeff Gordon interviewed in Winner’s Circle.
Kids on trampoline observed through kitchen window.
Cereal dinner self-served
Post-self-served-dinner game of washers played.
Wife’s victory celebrated.
Sunset over Front Range appreciated.
Wife’s hand held as path is walked contentedly behind happy children and happier leashed dogs.
Desire for ice cream screamed by all.
Ice cream scooped.
Daughter’s Sorry victory challenged by brothers.
Cuddle with wife on couch until sleep can be resisted no more.