By all accounts today was not a day of note. Nothing special or memorable happened. No work projects completed. No milestones were reached. No pictures taken. No purchases were made.
In fact, the only obvious accomplishment worth mentioning which took place this day was that the soggy Seattle skies cleared just long enough for me to leave work early, come home, and finish painting my deck and porch. Like I said, it was a Thursday. Of a full work week. The sun barely made and appearance. This was definitely not a memorable day.
Or was it?
After my painting job was finished, I had enough time to get a few other chores done around the house. Some that had been nagging me for a while. Then Mrs. LIAYF and Lukas arrived home and while Lukas laughed uncontrollably while watching an episode of Shawn the Sheep, and Mrs. LIAYF watched an episode of The Closer, I made a fresh salmon dinner with kale and fig bread, while I sipped on a craft beer and listened to the baseball playoffs on the radio. Pausing to take in the scene at that moment, it dawned on me that despite my sometimes hectic schedule, I was extremely happy.
Then, after the media distractions were over, my family and I sat down to dinner together in a quiet dinning room to enjoy our meal and talk about our respective days. Lukas, of course, was his animated self using impressive hand gestures to describe the antics of the claymation show he had just watched. After dinner, a game of pirates and dragons between father and son then turned into a game of chase and lasers which lasted until it was time to wind ourselves down for the evening bedtime routine.
After the game of chase I was worn and out of breath, but as I lay on our guest bed next to Lukas - both of us laughing and silly - I again realized how happy these little moments were making me.
No, today Thursday October 6th, 2011 was not a day of note. It was just another day in my life as a parent. A busy day where I did many of the same chores I do nearly every other day: Laundry, dinner, dishes, and work around the house.
But, of course, that's really not all it was. It was also one of those many collective days that make up Lukas' childhood that I will one day look back upon with fond memories.
I won't remember a specific scene. I won't have a picture with which to recall the day. I will just remember how nice it was.
And that it made me happy.