A Perfect Day

After bemoaning our parental prohibition of top-of-the-line tech for nine-year-old twins....

Sarah: "Do you want to hear about my perfect day? I would wake up and go to school, have fun with my friends and come home. There would be no homework. When I got home, there'd be a package for me at the door. When I opened it, there would be an iTouch and a green gel case to go with it. I would download lots of games and then we would go to the beach. Then we'd go to sleep at the Comfort Inn."

Darren (with the He-Twin rebuttal): "This would be my perfect day: I would sleep in, because school would be canceled. When I got up, I'd watch some TV and play on the computer for a while. Then we'd go to Quaker Steak and Lube for lunch. The we'd go to the beach for the afternoon and then have dinner at Friendly's."

Lo and behold, yesterday, I had a perfect day.

Mommy (with gratitude): "I woke up in the morning, and had breakfast with the kids while Daddy showered. After making lunches, I jumped in the shower, and Daddy took the twins to school. Then, Daddy and I drove to the National Cancer Institute at NIH in Bethesda. There was next to no traffic. Once we got there, we were told the lot was full (after circling inside for quite sometime), but then found a place right next to the entrance. We spent silly money on a tiny but yummy lunch at the in-building Au Bon Pain. We went to the clinic where Dr. Brock Lanier shared there was no sign of cancer in Daddy's scans. Dr. Steven Yang concurred. We went to the medicolegal offices to pick up copies of all Daddy's paperwork to share with the UVA melanoma treatment team, and they were ready and waiting for us. We were on the road home by 2:15p. Stopped at Steak 'n Shake for my first time ever, and bought Darren* a can of chili. (*No, we didn't get Sarah anything this go 'round. We don't always "balance," and feel strongly that is right and good---and fodder for another post...) We picked up a bottle of wine to thank the parents of He-Twin's classmate who picked them up after school, let them play outside, and had taken them to their home for some Wii and DSI time (See how very tech oppressive we are?). Upon our arrival, parents talked and shared, while kids played. After thanks and hugs, and shared good news, we went to Quaker Steak and Lube for dinner. When we got home, kids went to bed; parents watched some History Channel, then went to bed."

Sure, the title "The Perfect Day" seemed more artfully composed, but fully aware that we're faithfully counting on many more such happy (albeit perhaps spaced in 3-month increments) reports, "A" seems the correct and unlimiting article.

Thanks to all for the thoughts and prayers. We are truly blessed and grateful, and ask you to please continue!