A few weeks ago at dinner, Poppy asked if we could all share our favorite part of the day. We’ve continued doing it almost every night since then. I have a tendency to focus on the negative, so it’s been good for me, being “forced” to remember something nice that happened over the course of the day.

My favorite part of yesterday was our trip to the library. It takes us about 10 minutes to walk to the library from our house, and the walk over is almost always pleasant. There’s nothing, really, to distract us from one another. And the fire station is right next to the library, which means sometimes we get to see the fire trucks.

Our library is a small branch of the regional library, and it usually isn’t all that busy. It was yesterday, though; lots of people paying for computer print-outs, getting new library cards and having long discussions about reiki healing with the one librarian at the checkout desk. Pete and Poppy stayed in the children’s area while I waited in line. Pete browsed the DVDs and then worked on puzzles, and Poppy sat down, propped her feet up and read Berenstain Bears books until it was time to go. It was probably the most peaceful trip I’ve ever taken to the library with the two of them. I’m hoping it wasn’t an anomaly.

And then later Rockford came home. That’s always my favorite part of the day. And when Poppy and I sat down on the couch for some independent reading? Also my favorite part.

But I’m forgetting about when Pete came in early (early) in the morning for some cuddling. And when Marsha T. Cat climbed up to lay on my shoulder, just like when she was a kitten. And when Poppy was singing Somewhere Only We Know while she did her schoolwork.

I kinda like having so many Good Things to choose from.