Yesterday was a perfect day. I love autumn in Utah; the canyons burst with color, the temperature is perfect for driving with the top down on my convertible, school has started again and both students and teachers are excited and full of promise for a new year!
Yesterday was one of the most perfect fall days I have experienced. I decided to try a new restaurant that I had read about. It is located near the mouth of Emigration Canyon, the view is stunning, the atmosphere relaxing, the food...amazing! They serve breakfast until 4pm! I ordered the mile high biscuits and gravy and some corned beef hash. I couldn't finish it all but I was in heaven! We sat out on the most charming patio ( my husband, my two sons, and I ) and just enjoyed being alive, well fed, and together!
I began to reflect on this as I drove through another canyon today, trying to grasp the last colors and warmth of autumn before it turns cold, and I came to the conclusion that I am very greedy. I want each day to be as perfect as yesterday. Maybe I grew up just a bit, because I realized today that every day can't be breathtaking, beautiful, and filled with romance or it would be so commonplace that I would fail to notice it. Maybe what I should be grateful for is one perfect day, once in a while, with people who aren't perfect but they love me and each other. That should be enough, right?
