I knew about the title of this blog post last night. I spent all night trying to come up with a good "best day of my life" story. About 30 days came to my mind. Should I write about the day Sailor Man and I met? Our first kiss? Our first trip to Disneyland together? How about the day he proposed? Or the day we got married? How about the day we found out we were pregnant with Goose, or the day she was born? What about Sailor Man coming home from his first deployment? Or the day we found out we were finally pregnant with #2? Our first family vacation to Virginia? Or possibly about how today is going to be a fabulous day because Sailor Man is returning from a long underway.
I can't pick just one unfortunately. I have been blessed in my life to have so many "best" days, that I can't possibly choose just one. Each day mentioned above holds a load of significance in my heart, and how can I say one is better than the other? This was a hard first challenge for me!
As corny as it sounds, and as cliche as it is, the best days of my life are spent with my family. We could sit on the couch, twiddling our thumbs having a staring contest, and it would be great for me. I love being a wife and mother, and I now truly understand why my dad would say "the best times to be had are with your family". Perhaps it's because Sailor Man is leaving, or because Goose is growing up way to fast, but I truly treasure our family time.