Slice of Heaven

I want to write it down so I don't forget. These are scenes from today,dripping with sugar and syrup, because today was one of those days I'll flash back to when I'm old and telling people about good old days...

I wake up to sun through the windows! Yesterday there was ice on the patio table, today the air is warm and thick and delicious.
Little One coos contentedly, turning pages while we cuddle and read books late into the morning. She turns suddenly and cups my chin in Her hands, looks up and me and grins. Then She buries Her face in my neck.
We're lured out of bed by smells of J's famous breakfast potato curry. Little One plays with toys and makes raspberries at the dogs, while J and I read the comics in the paper and listen to Spring creep into our neighborhood.
We go to the nursery and load up on flowers and veggies. Little One is overwhelmed with the colors of the annuals, the bustle of people satisfying cravings for Life, and the hum of bees around the forsythia. She's so in love with the red ranunculus, Her father has to buy it.
Little One rocks and stretches on a big blanket in the shade, trying to extricate Herself from a giant blue sun hat, while J and I dig and sweat and pat the earth over new roots and seeds. We can't decide where to put the kale. We find the perfect spot for the ranunculus. The yard is a life sized salad bowl. The chipmunk under the deck has found nirvana.
We all shower up and J and I are starved. We eat our favorite dinner early- injera - and Little One sleeps off the sun.
I go to our favorite local ice cream place and hope it doesn't melt in the car, and revel in the fact that it's warm enough to worry. I eat a giant sundae watching butterflies discover our new garden.
I watch the dogs shimmer yellow in the pond while I snuggle my sweet baby on the deck. She loves the splashing. She loves the bees. She loves, because She's a baby and I love that that's what babies do.
With the sun still out, the sky opens up into warm rain and Little One and I dance on the deck while she catches raindrops on Her outstretched tongue and fingers, giggling.
J bathes the furries (yay!) while I play on the floor with Little One and watch Her life change forever. More on that later.
J comes too, and we all play and babble at each other until it's time to tuck Little One into bed, and watch the sky and the pond turn pink.
I luxuriate in the warm air on my skin and the breeze through the window. J is here all night and all weekend, I have an angel sleeping upstairs, and there is still some ice cream waiting in the freezer.
Heaven.