The Perfect Day in my Perfect Life

I wake up to the calming scent of the fresh sea breeze seeping through the large open windows beside my bed. My husband is silent with slumber, as it is exceptionally early for any other person to be awake. I quietly leave the room to let him rest a while longer. As I tiptoe down the hallway, I peek into my darling daughter Maddie's room. She is deep in sleep, lying with her vibrant stuffed animals. I step soundlessly down the staircase to make myself a mug of tea.

Every morning I walk down to the beach to sit and watch the sunrise. Our house is built on a plot of land with a private bay, off the coast of British Columbia. My husband built our dream home 2 years ago, which we have been planning together ever since we were young. Our love for each other is stronger than anything, and it has been like that since I was 14 years old. He is my best friend, and I can tell him anything.

            I take a sip of the steaming tea and I squish my toes into the sand. After a few minutes I feel the breath of another on my neck. My spouse sits down beside me, and wraps a blanket around our shoulders. It is summer here, but the cool morning wind from the Pacific will chill your body in seconds. We sit here together, watching the radiant sun take its place in the sky.  

            I decide to go back up to the house to check on Maddie, and put some breakfast on for us. She is awake and playing with her Barbie's and multiple stuffed critters. I love to look at her; she is the most beautiful child I have ever laid my eyes on. Her thick golden hair falls upon her plump rosy cheeks, as she reaches into her chest full of toys. Her big and beautiful hazel eyes light up, as she sees me leaning against her door. She runs towards me with open arms, and I pick her up into an embrace and swing her around in circles. We laugh together; her laugh makes my heart sing. My husband comes in and we all hug and howl with laughter together.

            I go back to the kitchen to start making the muffins. My partner tries to help, but we just end up throwing the ingredients at each other like children. Maddie hears the laughing and the screaming and she joins in. I call a truce when we are all covered from head to toe with flour, eggs and other ingredients. My husband picks Maddie and I up and carries us down to the water to wash off. When we are all dried off from the warm sun, we go back up to the house.  I make the muffins with the remaining ingredients, and clean up with my hubby.

            As soon as I put the muffins in the oven, I take Maddie to her room to get dressed. I open the doors to her closet, and she pulls open her dresser drawers. We have the same sense of style so it's easy to pick out an outfit together. We pick it out and she gets dressed, then afterwards she helps me with my outfit. It seems like just yesterday she was born. Time really does pass quickly when you take pleasure in

every moment of every day. I lift her up onto my shoulders and we go back out to the kitchen to check on our homemade chocolate chip banana muffins.

            We eat them out on the porch by the water. It is the most beautiful view, something that could be on a postcard. The wind blows the pine trees back and forth, and the ocean spreads as far as you can see. It is the perfect place to have a family and raise children.

            The three of us walk into town for lunch. We see our friends in their yards on the way, and we stop to chat for a few minutes. We have been living here since my husband and I finished university, and we have gotten to know many great people. Maddie decides to bring along one of her friends with us to town. There is a restaurant there that makes fresh homemade fries. It is our regular Saturday afternoon lunch spot.

After we finish eating, we stroll around town in the shops. So many tourists come to this part of B.C. because it is so peaceful. It is a small town, but not too far from the city. It is right next to the ocean, but also very close to the mountains.

            We head home, as it is time for Maddie's afternoon nap. This is the precious time that my husband and I get to spend with each other.  We tuck her into bed and go to the kitchen to get a tub of chocolate ice cream and 2 spoons. We take it back up to our room and lie on our bed eating the rich ice cream and talking to each other.

Hours pass and yet we don't run out of things to talk about. We could talk for days on end and never ever run out of things to say to each other.

            It is roughly 2 O'clock when we hear sounds in Maddie's room. We go to check on her and she is awake, and changing into her bathing suit, I change into mine as well and we head back down to the beach. We both share a passion for swimming.

            We spend hours swimming through each others legs, doing handstands, and having competitions to see how long we can hold our breath for. My husband comes into the water too, and he brings a ball and we play catch. We spend hours in the water.  If I could, I would live in the water. It makes me so happy and it just feels right. I coach the local swim team, and I have been for many years now. It is so exciting for me to get to know the kids and help them develop their skills. Maddie is eager to join the team when she is old enough, and I am excited for her.

            I leave my life partner, with Maddie on his lap, down by the water. I go back up to the house to make dinner for us. I decide to make my favorite dinner for the family; a juicy and tender fillet mignon, a twice-baked potato stuffed with bacon and cheese, a side of broccoli, and a fresh loaf of Italian bread.

            Once we finish eating, we clean up the dishes as a family, and sing songs together. My husband runs to get his guitar from our room, so he can play along

with us. We parade around our house belting songs, dancing like fools, and giggling uncontrollably. 

            After dinner we put Maddie to bed in her warm and cozy pajamas, I read her a bedtime story, and her daddy lies down beside her.  When I finish reading the book she is sleeping silently.  We quietly leave the room and shut the door behind us. My husband and I pick out a movie and take it to our room to watch.

            Once it is finished we get into bed and hold one another in our arms and lie there in silence. Some moments of silence connect us in a way that words will never be able to do.  Just gazing into his eyes makes my heart race, and my stomach fill with butterflies. I know, and I always have known, that this is the kind of love that will never die.