No . . . really. Sometimes I write things like that and people assume I'm being sarcastic.
This afternoon really was perfect.
Kyle's on call this weekend at camp, so when Jack got home from school, he had to go over to camp to check on our groups staying in the lodges. On a whim, I said, "Hey! Do you guys want to go with him and go sledding?!" I'd seen pictures on facebook all day of friends sledding with their kids. Stupid peer pressure.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I wished I could take them back. 4 - 7 is the hardest time of day. The kids are hungry, tired and cranky . . . as are we. I knew that any sort of outing involving layers of clothing, traveling and braving the elements was a recipe for disaster.
But I said it, and there was no going back.
I scrounged to find the boys' old snow play clothes for Claire and Kyle got the boys bundled up. Claire fussed all the way to camp and I was picturing myself having to sit with her in the car while Kyle broke up fights between the boys over who got to sit in the front on the sled. I commented to Kyle that I must have been insane to suggest sledding with all three.
This afternoon, I felt a huge peace about our family being complete and enjoying the phases we go through . . . and even the completion of those phases.
After sledding, we stopped at the Cedar Center for hot chocolate and then picked up soup from the Beach Bar for dinner. We all sang and laughed on our way home and at one point I asked Kyle, "Can you believe this is OUR family?!"
We're so blessed.