There was something about yesterday's lunch that was wonderfully blissful. We opened the back door and the smell of spring came wafting in, a dab of humidity with a cool breeze. Suddenly our grilled mozzarella and tomato sandwiches became an al fresco delight, accompanied by the berries that define summertime.
As Norah sang softly in the background and the kiddos giggled, and as the tang of blueberries filled our mouths and left our fingers sticky, I felt that maybe I was experiencing a sliver of perfection.
I think I did.
Have a lovely day.