I could here the crack of the bat as I watched the ball whiz past third base; “foul!” On the next pitch, Josh rifled a single between the shortstop and the third baseman. His first at bat ever and he was on base with a single through the left side of the infield. I gave him the thumbs up sign while I was leaning against the chain link fence on the third base side of the field and he cracked a smile at me as he dug his foot into the dirt next to the bag.
Stephanie and Chloe joined us in the middle of the second inning. It was a sunny Mother’s Day morning but a frigid wind was whipping across the field. It sent chills up my spine but nothing would have kept us away from the field on Sunday. After all of the rain we have had, the first game of the season was finally upon us and Josh had a great game. I was proud of him.
When the game ended, we climbed into the car and quickly whisked Stephanie away to celebrate Mother’s Day. I held Stephanie’s hand while we walked through the Arnold Arboretum for Lilac Sunday. The wind had subsided and the sun was shining down as the fragrances of over four hundred types of Lilacs wafted through the air. I smiled as hundreds of strangers went about their day around us because I was content. I was exactly where I wanted to be with the people who matter the most in my life.
In a moment of frivolity, our children decided to roll as fast as they could down the biggest hill they could find. I danced a jig in the middle of the park to the music which utterly embarrassed my kids. We played multiple games of tag and knock the hat of Josh’s head as well as joining in the kids’ activities that the Arboretum were providing. Stephanie and I held hands on the way back to the car until Chloe decided to get in the middle of us so we could swing her as high as we could.
We drove out to the National Heritage Museum in Lexington to see the exhibit; “Jim Henson’s Fantastic World.” We were afraid that the kids would have a tough time in the exhibit hall but in a stroke of genius, the presenters had set up video screens throughout the museum. Stephanie and I were able to look at the drawings and read the various sections of text that showcased Jim Henson’s career. Throughout the exhibit we were able to view various characters like Kermit the Frog through a display case and share our own personal stories of our youth with our kids. The highlight of the exhibit, though, was the amazingly well behaved children we brought with us.
As we walked back to the car, we played tag on the lawn of the National Heritage Museum while we checked out each of the historical monuments that had been erected on the grounds. We smiled, we joked, we laughed and we had an awesome afternoon being playful and silly.
“Do you want to go to Kimball’s?” I asked as I turned the key in the ignition.
“It’s a hike,” Stephanie responded. “Do we have enough time?”
“I have no place to be. Everyone I want to hang out with today is in this car.” And with that, we programmed Kimball’s Farm into the GPS and continued on with our adventure.
When we arrived, though, we were famished. So we decided against ice cream and ordered a late lunch. We were hoping to play a round of miniature golf but the late afternoon wind whipped up again as the sun hung low on the western horizon. The cold weather had returned. So we went into the Country Store see what souvenirs we could find for Stephanie. I should have known that a “souvenir for Mom” meant a doll for Chloe and a toy for Josh but it was worth it. They both had been on their best behavior all day and I couldn’t turn them down when they stared at me with those puppy dog eyes and said “Please, Daddy!”
On the long drive home, Chloe and Stephanie both fell asleep while Josh played his Nintendo DS. We had ice cream sundaes for dinner because we had had such a late lunch. And while Stephanie was putting Chloe to bed, Josh and I watched a few innings of the Yankees game on ESPN.
The stars had aligned in an astrological event that allowed us to have an amazing Mother’s Day in Stephanie’s honor. She does so much for our family and our children, I was glad that we were able to reciprocate and have such a wonderful day.
I have often heard it said that “life is not measured by the number of breaths that we take but by the moments that take our breath away.” As I placed my head on my pillow Sunday night, I realized that we have had so many great moments over the years with our children. And although I tell people that “we have really good kids, most of the time!” I really do have great kids. I am thankful for how much they fill my days with these wildly creative adventures into a world I thought I knew and have only begun to rediscover through watching their personal journeys into the universe around them. And in each of those expeditions there are some truly amazing moments that constantly take my breath away.