A Freeze-Frame Kind of Day

The wee one had quite a day yesterday. She went to camp, had tap class, rode her bike to a play date, and then came home to play with another friend. Being an only child, this kind of day was rare for her. Our evenings are pretty serene (unless she is tantruming). We take walks, watch a few shows on the Noggin channel, play outside in our backyard. Her days are filled with friends at school, but nights are for us. Because I tend to obsess about many things, I have, of course, felt the guilt of her being the only child. But she is a well-adjusted kid who loves her imaginary friends (all five of them!) and makes up some pretty amusing worlds in which to frolic. This is a sign of genius, right?

But back to yesterday. She had a blast. And I was happy to see her enjoying herself and interacting so well with other kids. But do you want to know the best part of it? When she was getting ready to go to sleep, I kissed her cheeks and brushed her hair away from her face, and looking eye-to-eye, I asked her what she thought was the best part of her awesome day. And my warm little bit said, "when you came to pick me up at school, Mommy".

It doesn't get much better than that, friends. No, it doesn't.