We’ve all heard the phrase “That team played a perfect game”, “He/she got a perfect score on the test”, “That was the perfect date”, “He was a perfect gentleman” or “That was a perfect day.”
That word “perfect” obviously meant flawless, without fail. Things went so smoothly that the stars aligned and there wasn’t an ounce of disruption in your particular quest.
For some odd reason that word came to my mind this past week and I tried to fathom what I did in my life that was so “perfect.”
Yes, I’ve had a perfect score on an exam before so that was easy to relate to but as for the rest, I had a hard time trying to comprehend what that really meant. I figured I’d sleep on it and try to tackle that the next day.
The next day arrived; there were no plans or errands to do so it was pretty much a chill day.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…I sluggishly turned off the blaring alarm clock and rubbed my tired eyes awake. I looked to my left and saw my wife, Iris, of 20 years still asleep; she was always a deep sleeper.
I gazed at her for a moment and a flood of memories washed over me. It was like a video album showcasing all of the good and bad times; I smirked at how we ended up together and miraculously endured all of this.
Just then, our 3 year old dog “Chibi” started to lick my face as if to say “Good Morning, time for my morning walk now” or it just could have meant “Are you awake now? Good, let’s go play!” Chibi then turned her attention to my wife and did what the alarm clock could not do.
We got out of bed and did our normal routine. Soon after my son, Conor, woke up somberly said good morning and immediately turned on the TV as he plopped on the couch. Soon after my daughter, Chloe, awoke and joined Conor on the couch.
They weren’t their boisterous selves, more like morning zombies adjusting to the daylight and getting their bones, muscles and joints acclimated to the new day.
As the day wore on, our house started to liven up to its usual self. There would be times where I saw Chloe and Conor laughing about something, joking with Iris or playing with Chibi.
Throughout the day, we all would be interacting with each other in some fashion. As the day turned to night, we continued doing our little things to keep us occupied, all the while still connecting with one another.
The day came to an end and we all prepped for the next day of work and school. As we said our goodnights, I laid there in the dark and mulled over what took place throughout the day.
It was just a simple ordinary day of really doing nothing and just relaxing with the family. We laughed, joked and did inconsequential things but enjoyed every minute of it unbeknownst to us all.
I replayed the entire day in my mind’s eye and took stock of how beautiful that was. My sense of appreciation was immeasurable. Nothing went wrong, there were no major disruptions…I couldn’t have asked for a better day. It was simply “perfect”; it was “My perfect day.”