An Ordinary Summer Day Was the Life I Was Waiting For

 

There was nothing particularly remarkable about that day.

My day started with breakfast and a small tantrum from our little boy because the milk had gone bad and I could not make him pancakes. The drama was brief, and he was happy again soon afterwards.

The only plan we had for the day was to leave him with his grandparents. I was still wondering whether we should go and do some work on the new house. Then I looked at my partner and told him, “We deserve a full day off.”

It was one of those warm summer days that did not promise anything extraordinary.

However, we had something very special that day—time.

Time to sit on a bench and watch the birds. Time to enjoy a cold lemonade under the sun. Time to walk through the park and around the city, admiring nature and old buildings. Time to discover a new place serving Italian ice cream so flavourful that you cannot stop eating it.

Most importantly, we had time to be with each other, alone like we used to be in the beginning—talking, walking hand in hand and sharing kisses.

I remembered how we used to spend our summers before. On weekends, we would get on the motorcycle and go somewhere—travelling, enjoying good food and sharing our passion for bikes. A motorcycle trip will not be possible for us this year, but hopefully next year will be different.

Yes, the key was that our little boy was with his grandparents.

At first, part of me kept listing all the useful things I could be doing. Rest rarely arrives quietly when your mind is trained to look for the next task. It was not as though we had nothing to do, but I decided to enjoy that day and live it fully.

No work on my laptop. No work at the new house. No work with the bees.

Usually, that is what our days are filled with—endless tasks written on pieces of paper and stored in our phones, always trying to outsmart time so that we can fit in just one more thing.

But this was a day for us. A day to catch our breath. I felt lighter, calmer and happier. It was a day to reset our minds.

I had really missed having a proper day off.

I have spent so much time believing that life would properly begin when things became calmer. Soon, work will become busy again, so I am trying to enjoy my summer whenever I get the chance.

The strange thing is that life did not feel as though it had suddenly begun that day. It felt almost too ordinary to count.

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