It had been one of those days. The ones where the day felt too long, where it felt as if I wanted to snap at everyone who so much looked in my direction, where I felt overwhelmed with so much. I had planned on a quick trip to the gym after work to give myself a half hour of peace and quiet, where I didn't have to look after anyone but myself. But I looked in my gym bag and realized that I had forgotten my socks. Of course. So instead, I came home to a house where my husband wouldn't be for the second night in a row.
My mind felt as if it was moving at hyper speeds, racing around a track that didn't appear had an end. I had too much on my mind, too much on my plate, too much to do.
I turned on Mater's Tall Tales, one of Henry's favorites as we hung out in the living room together. He mostly stared at the show, occasionally changing positions, occasionally terrorizing the cat.
And then. AND THEN. He came over to me, and for no reason at all, with no words or actions from me, kissed me on my forehead. And then he smiled and he went back to terrorizing the cat.
How do they know? How do they always know when you need them the most? How is it that those little tiny moments that they will probably never remember, will be registered in your permanent files in your memory? These perfect little quick fixes that have the power to flip the day on its head and make it all feel better.
My day had been improved, there on the floor at 6:30 pm. I suddenly felt invincible. So I closed the open folders in my mind and I played so that I could give back to him what he had just given to me. Joy.