The day started as most wonderful days start. We slept in.
A quick trip to Trader Joe's produced a package of havarti, spicy salami, a baguette, soda water and two blue balloons. We made sure to procure a menagerie of the world's best cupcakes from Elizabethan Desserts the night before, so we were ready to roll.
Or row, as it were.
We set sail at half past eleven.
The peanut gallery waved bon voyage.
We nagged the first and second mate to please stay away from the edge over and over, then we gave up. After all, a boy has never died from a little chilly salt water. Live and learn.
Besides, we had cupcakes to eat.
The wind gently coaxed our little vessel through the lapping waves. The sails snapped like sheets on the line. We talked and laughed and licked the frosting from our fingers.
Every once in a long while, a day will come along. The perfect day, spent with just the right people, breathing just the right air, eating just the right things.
A person might only get a handful of these days in their life. Surely they are divvied out sparingly.
I'm thankful for it.
I'll pick a winner for Friday's post tomorrow. Just leave a comment.