A Perfect Day

Jackson's fever broke at some point over the night. He woke up perky as can be. We finished up the painting of our neighbor's garage and our arbor. He sat and we talked for awhile, then he picked up a brush and helped out. Once finished, we shot hoops until it was time to clean up.

Then we attended our neighbor and good friend's First Communion, followed up a ballet of "Little Red Riding Hood" with Jackson's best buddy and his father. We came home and caught the tale end of the party across the street. While the house is still trashed, the laundry not quite complete, we had the time to get a bit healthier, and more importantly, some serious quality time the two of us.

Jackson is at that age he is serious but funny, clever and full of whit. He can sit and talk about his favorite things about school, the play, day care, etc. and told me I looked pretty when I was dressed for church. He announced that he would have been the handsomest if he had worn his tie, and gasped that Tahara looked like a beautiful princess in her dress. His little face lit up and changed with emotion as the scenes changed at the ballet.

And just when I thought he could not amaze me any more, tonight he said he was going to his "Happy Place." It was all I could do to contain myself!

You are my Happy Place, little man. I love you little painter boy!