Oh the first time trying anything can be magical because you are always on your toes. The first kiss. The first day of school/work. The first taste of a new recipe. The first time riding an airplane. The first anything gets a special place in your heart. Because that moment is anticipated and regardless of what happens after the "first" the long awaited question has an answer. Usually we try to repeat amazing moments to be slightly disappointed. (Stop the sequels Hollywood!) But sometimes which is why we continue to ask for encores and second helpings; they are even better than the first time. Because you're ready for that warm tingly feeling that captures your heart. Ever hit rewind on your dvr to capture that perfect moment, grab the camera to "keep" the picture forever, nod your head as you hit repeat on your ipod because yes you will be replaying that song. Every once in awhile we get to re-do a moment that with a little knowledge is even better than the first time.
We had a second family time swim. My little guy had a busy day but hung in there for some swim time. I eagerly told everyone I saw today that we were hitting the pool after errands (it's amazing when you tell at least one person out loud your plans, your likelihood increases 90% that you will follow through). My son, my hubby, and I set a pool date. We synched our goals, when to meet, and gathered the supplies (with a baby nothing happens without grabbing supplies - from toys to diapers to car seat to meals). Because of the fun of our first time still lingering the excitement dripped off of our suits and goofy smiles. We knew what we needed, learned how to open the gate (stupid fob!), and was lathered in sunscreen (super careful with our son but there was a jamaican mistake of using only a SPF 4: I WANTED A TAN! but I digress and that mistake will never rehappen - lesson learned!). Oh we were so close to that awesome factor of having the pool to only our family - like we were just chilling in our backyard. There was a family of two youngsters just leaving as we pulled up. YAY! We figured out that I jump in the pool and then my hubby can hand me the baby. As I am grabbing our son for our private pool party another car pulls up. Oh fiddlesticks! But they politely grabbed the other end of the pool so we still could half pretend :) How much more relaxed we were this second time around. We giggled and had fun the first time around. But this time we acted like it was our family outing on a daily basis that we grab the suits and hit the pool. There was a relaxation amongst our parents that echo in our son's bouts of laughter as he splished and splashed soaking both his dad and me. As a family we paddled, splashed, floated, kicked, and giggled for quite awhile. And though as parents we were gathering energy in spending time as a family and having fun with our son. The sun, the activity, the water, and the big day of events for our nine-month old was quickly losing steam as he began to get drowsy in his pool chair; rubbing his eyes and slowly nodding his head. Splash time over, tired baby on board. With ease we gathered our pool items, secured the little one in the car, and back home.
This moment was a wonderful second helping. Not all repeats deserve the standing ovation, oh but those that do are truly masterpieces of our lives. Never demand a second helping without a second thought, but don't ever let fear make you miss the encore that brings down the house.
May your HealthFULL Journey repeat those extraordinary moments that replenish your soul. 'Til we meet again. . .
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