A Fabulous day

Today was a good Fabulous (the capitol F is needed) day!! I thought it would be one of "those" days, other mom's know what I'm talking about. The ones that leave you wanting a glass of wine (sparkling cider in my case), a warm bubble bath, and a nap. But, no today turned out to be a Fabulous day, one that I will remember forever. Kevin woke up an hour early at 6. I was not ready to wake up but seeing how he is very into saying "momma" these days it's very hard to resist going into his room and just giving him a huge "good morning" hug. So hug I did. First of all the smile I received this morning when I opened his bedroom door was enough to brighten even the most hard core Scrooges day, but it gets better. We lay on the couch snuggling with milk and "nana" (banana) as we do every morning. An hour goes by just snuggling with my little boy and daddy joins us, but instead of just joining us he offers me a little piece of heaven, a chance to go back to bed. Of course being pregnant and tired I take the opportunity to catch a little extra sleep when I can. I fall asleep to the noises of Ken and Kevin laughing. I wake up to Kevin climbing in bed with me, giving me kisses as prompted by daddy, and Ken standing by the bed holding a cup and saying it's time for breakfast. I put my glasses on and realize it's not only time for breakfast it's time for OUR breakfast. Sundays are Waffle house days. But instead of foregoing it, Ken took Kevin and ordered, waited and brought it back to the house, all with Kevin in tow. Not only did the incredible man I married remember my order he remembered EXACTLY how I order it (dry wheat toast, extra crispy bacon...yum). As we were finishing eating Ken mentioned a park trip. I thought it was a fabulous idea since the weather was supposed to be great today (sunny and 60's). We cleaned up slightly, got dressed and went to the park. We took turns going down the double slide holding Kevin's hand, something we do more for us now than anything. Kevin is getting so independent he wants to do slides by himself, walk down stairs by himself, try to sit in the big people swings by himself. But he also still let's us help occasionally. Forty-five minutes later I was worn out, Ken was worn out and Kevin was getting tired. We waved goodbye to the park, and headed on a drive. We drove a while, not caring when we got lost, we ended up at a car dealership peeking in windows playing the "wouldn't it be nice game". One nice man even gave Kevin a balloon. When it was time to finally head home I tied the string very short so he could play with it in the car. I heard giggles all the way home from him pushing the balloon then catching it again. When we got home I told him it was time to send the balloon away, we were going to send it to Grandma Lori (Ken's mom) so she could play with it. He smiled at me and looked up when we stepped out of the car. My heart melted. We let him wave goodbye to the balloon and I handed it to him so he could decide when it was time to let it go. It didn't take him long and we watched as the balloon flew away. No cries, no fussing, just smiles. Today was a Fabulous day!