A Perfect Sunday

Today might just have been the perfect Sunday.

While there were things my husband and I wanted to accomplish, there was no sense of rush, perhaps because today was the first day of an entire week off together. We allowed the day to simply move at its own pace. 

I awoke before 5:00 a.m., much earlier than I intended, but that gave me time to burrow under the warm covers and finish the book I was reading, a luxury I can't often afford when school is in session.

The rest of the day was spent alternating between visits to the nursery and working in the yard. Green beans, cucumbers, onions, and strawberries were planted and many, many weeds were pulled. Ordinarily, I'm not a fan of weeding, but today it felt good. Being immersed in nature lifted my spirit.

The highlight of the day was when a beautiful yellow butterfly came to visit. She fluttered gracefully the length of the yard, then came to rest on the ground not far from where we worked. It was like she was keeping us company, encouraging us to continue even when our backs began to ache. 

By the time we had filled our yard waste container, just in time for tomorrow's pickup so we'd be able to fill it back up again, we were tired, but it was a good tired. A tired that felt satisfying.

Although we didn't work side by side exactly, my husband and I spent the day in quiet harmony. Occasionally, we spoke of our plans for the yard and our plans for the future. Mostly, though, we just lived in the moment, feeling grateful for everything good in our lives.