This weekend however I promised myself I was going to find perfection. Perfection in the normal. The normal that is a basket of clean clothes sitting next to the bed, waiting to be folded. Perfection in the Friday that changed because a friend from 600 miles away was in town and time needed to be spent. Perfection in dinner out and ordered dessert for the first time in years. Perfection in a Baptism that was too hot, too long and just too boring for my four children to keep it together the entire time. I found perfection in a backyard barbecue that had rain pouring down upon it and children rushing in and perfection again in the mud covered babies I took to mass because I wanted to sleep in today. I found perfection in the frogs chirping as I fell asleep and the birds chirping as I woke bathed in sun with two children at my side and one wiggling within. Today, I found perfection in a little cardboard box, unwrapped but holding a special gift. There was perfection in Shop Rite Bagels, bottled water and a trip to the Duke Gardens in Hillsborough. There was perfection in an overpriced Virgin Margarita at a little Mexican joint along 22. I found perfection in a walk, cut short by mom because it was obvious kids were getting worn out and there was perfection in stopping by another mother's house to try and make her day more special. I found perfection in ordering groceries because going to get them today just wasn't on my list to do and finally, I found perfection in a toasted PB &J that I didn't have to make or clean up.
Today was simply perfection. If I HAD planned it, something would have gone wrong. Today some things did go wrong but I wasn't about to allow it to ruin my perfection and to be honest, days full of perfection feel a lot better than days of planning imperfection.
Happy Mother's Day to all those who remembered to live their perfection even if it wasn't planned!