Outstanding

Such an amazing day. You can't script this kind of day. Sofi woke up WAY too early, early enough to see her "daddy-o" before he left to teach. She was so distraught about him leaving. She wanted him to stay home. She didn't want him to go out in the dark; she was worried. She wanted him to hold her tight all morning, all day. We finally had to break them apart with the promise that we would visit him at lunch. She was happy with that.

All this time I was thinking, "oh boy, we're gonna have a rough day," on account of her not getting enough sleep. But, then, she came back to bed with me and her baby sister, and fell asleep (for TWO more hours, yippee!). When she woke, you better believe she remembered our promise. Every two minutes, "are we going to daddy-o's school today?", "are we going to have lunch with him?". So, on this impromptu lunch date, I decided to make a little picnic. We arrived at his school (she was so excited, and my enthusiasm equaled hers internally) and had a whopping twenty minutes of daddy time and yummys. When we left she said, {{sigh}}, "It was such a special treat to get to see daddy at lunch today." Already a great day.

On the way home, I remembered, "It's daddy's un-birthday!" Oh, the excitement. What should we do? Sofi, "we should bake a cake." Why, yes we should! "And we should get him a present." Yes, indeed! We concocted a carrot cake surprise; now, what could we make as a gift? Maybe a sweet homemade card. But those skills are not my strongest, I've already used my best card idea. Maybe something easily hand-sewn like the little felt birdie I made Sofi. I know, a felt heart... with a pocket... with tiny, fortune-style, notes about why we love him (must have been channeling Amanda Soule). Done and done.

When he walked in the door, he was greeted by, "Happy Un-birthday to you..." and an anxious two-year old with her heart in her hand. So much love you could burst. Still such an amazing day.

Sad that I had to leave the festivities to teach my regular Spinning (indoor cycling) class, I headed out the door. The class was pretty full for this time of year, yay! An older woman sat smack-dab in the center of class, directly in front of me. She didn't do half the things I offered them and that didn't bother me, but with a frown on her face, I anticipated some post-class complaints of the music being too loud or the class to hard, etc. Never judge a book by its cover... Weekends, by the Black Eyed Peas came on my mix, and I kid you not, this wonderful woman started dancing on her bike. Not a timid bop your head or shrug your shoulders, she full-out raised the roof! And at the end of class, I got a, "That was outstanding," from a member. Yes it was... An Out-friggin'-standing Day!