Enjoying the moment

Maybe it's because I'm naturally pessimistic or because I have so much sh!t to do, but I don't very often have the pleasure of enjoying the moment.  I'm constantly thinking about what else needs to be done or dwelling about what I am putting off.  Today was a rare day.  I was in the moment and able to really enjoy it and appreciate it. 

Tim and I took the boys to Ruston Way.  I thought this would be a great place for Drake to ride his new bike (flat, safe, not too many people on a Sunday morning).  Flynn was strapped in the stroller, and off we went.  Drake can really move on that bike.  After a half a mile, we came to a beach.  The tide was out, so we ventured down.  The boys had a blast!  Is it a universal boy trait to throw rocks into water?  We saw dead crabs, live star fish, and the boys returned the rocks on the shore back into the Sound.  We walked probably 2-3 miles, watched boats go by, ate fish and chips (well, all three boys did; I ate cow), marvelled at all the dogs and pigeons, and enjoyed being a family.

Look, Mommy, water!

I wasn't thinking about all the final essays I needed to grade and all the coursework I needed to upload.  (BTW,  the essays did get graded; just enough course content was uploaded to help students get by for the week prior to class starting).    I look forward to more of these moments.