Monday is my day off.
This past Monday The Boy and I slept in until after 8. He played while I did a few things that needed to be done upstairs and then we came down together for breakfast. He played some more while I did a few more things downstairs and then we headed out for a hike. We brought the dog.
The Boy learned that you cannot possibly catch up to the dog even though he remains tantalizingly within your eyesight. The Boy also learned that if you are very, very quiet you can hear trees creak and that three walking sticks is one walking stick too many.
We came home and were joined by a friend and her little boy who is a year younger. We all ate pizza and she took some hand-me-down clothes home as I attempt to soften the blow of most likely not needing them.
They left and then came naps for both - his was longer and so I was able to get a few more things done. We played outside afterwards and then came dinner and playing on the floor for both of us.
Since then I have had a busy day, a weird day and a lonely day. I have had sad moments, painful moments, respite moments and friend-filled moments and I know there are quite a few interesting days and moments to come.
But it sure was nice late on Monday evening to respond to a friend's question with, "It was a good day."