Yesterday was one of those days that I just want to have seared into my memory forever. It was perfect. The kind of day that fills you so full of gratitude that you look up at the perfectly blue sky and want to yell at the top of your lungs, "THANK YOU!" That's what kind of day it was.

I packed up the kids, a picnic lunch and our double stroller in the morning and headed to our favorite trail. The day was perfect: cloudless skies and warm sunshine. We ran two miles out to our favorite summer swim spot. Paused to take in the scenery and then turned around and ran back to our favorite playground to enjoy our picnic.

I say that I run "for the road ahead, for the unknown, for the possibility of greatness" and all that may be true. But even more truthfully I run to be outside; to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, to see the thousands of variations of green that are only visible on the budding trees in May. I ran on the treadmill on Tuesday and it was totally forgettable. I found myself wondering later that day, "Did I really run? Did that really happen?" Not because it was a bad run, no it was just what it needed to be: the right pace, the right distance.

But yesterday's run I will remember forever. I'll remember the way that Jack looked up at me through the window in the stroller canopy, eyes wide and smiling. I'll remember the swell of contentment I felt as we stepped through the woods and out onto an empty beach. I'll remember the stillness of the water and the quiet, pierced only by the sound of Sophia calling to me from the water's edge. I'll remember the way she begged to go swimming, trying to convince me it was warm enough while she tugged her arms out of her shirt; how she fearlessly climbed the life guard tower and sat proudly. I'll remember how my body felt exhausted and exhilarated at the same time, spent from pushing two kids and all our gear for four miles.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion."

-Henry David Thoreau, from Walden ch. 2

Yesterday was a day where I just wanted to drink.life.in. Yesterday was beautiful. Yesterday was sublime.

When was the last time you had a day that was positively sublime? A day that made you want to "live deep and suck out all the marrow of life"?

--Sarah

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