1. My three year old daughter brought me some lavender which she had picked out in front of our house and handed it to me proclaiming, “Daddy, look–rosemary!”. That was because *usually* we pick rosemary out in front of our house. So I picked up my guitar and sang to her:
Lavender’s blue dilly dilly
When I’m am king dilly dilly
You shall be queen!
To which she replied, with a twinkle in her eye, “Daddy, say I shall be queen *now*!” That went well because I was present, and she rocks.
2. Today I took my two lovely daughters to the park, and I saw a lady cleaning graffiti off the very artsy bench which was designed and built by the community as part of the renovation of Annie’s playground. The lady’s name was Lauren, and she was the mom of Annie. So we go to this playground all the time–it’s right down the hill from our house, and it’s got great play equipment and it’s beautiful and artsy. It was named after Lauren’s daughter Annie, who died suddenly and unexpectedly just before her 3rd birthday, and who loved playgrounds. Lauren and a group of volunteers calling themselves “Friends of Annie’s Playground” raised money and did the organizing to competely remodel the playground about three years ago following Annie’s death. So I’d seen this artwork, with “Friend’s of Annie’s playground” emblazoned on it, but never known any of the back story. So it was a blessing to get to hear some of the story and meet Annie’s mom, still working hard to improve the community. That went well because I wasn’t afraid to introduce myself and ask questions.
3.On the way back from the park my two daughters spend about 10 minutes rolling up and down the big grassy green hillside above the park. They just looked so happy. That went well because I decided to just sit down and chill for a minute and let them play rather than hurrying us all back home