This week started pretty late for me, so Wednesday was a really busy day. I’d say Wednesday is pretty early in the week, but I slipped so easily back into the motions, I barely noticed as the weekend became a distant memory. I spent the day rushing around, getting makeup work from when I was sick Monday and Tuesday, doing labs, worksheets, and taking tests. Along with doing all these things, I let a call from my sister in law go to voicemail. Shortly after, I found five seconds to listen to it. “We haven’t seen you in a few days. Your nephew has something to say…” and then the voice of my adorable nephew, Aiden, cut in, “Micky! Where are you? Come to my house! I love you!” and click, that’s all. So yesterday evening, when I had a million things to do, I instead headed next door to my nephew’s house. He saw me coming, and popped in the window, waving and shouting, “Micky is here! Hooray hooray!” I came in the house only to be pushed back out the door. Aiden was pulling me towards the garage where we keep his wagon. He was chanting, “To the park! To the park!” And so Aiden and Aunt Mickey were off to the park. When we got there, we went down the slides, played with the woodchips, and then we went for a walk to the garden. He ran ahead of me, jumping around and picking up rocks along the path. Finally I caught up with him, finding him in a squatting position, tiny hands on tiny knees, his face in a flower bush. With no regards to park regulations and things of the like, he grabbed a handful of flowers and pulled them from where they were rooted in the ground. “Micky?” he said, “Come here. Smell. Come smell the roses!” and I did. As I smelled, I had to suppress a giggle. Granted they were not actually roses, Aiden had a pretty good point. I’d been annoyed all day at how much stuff I had to get done and I really didn’t have time to go to the park. With the mood I was in, he was totally right. I just needed to stop and smell the roses.
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