Distinctly

I remember it all rather distinctly.

A warm spring day,

so so much on my to-do list

since Mamaw and Papaw were coming

the next day.

 

I distinctly remember Crista telling me how

dirty

my car was

and how it really needed to be washed.

 

I distinctly remember how Crista and Addie Grace

begged to take over this

somewhat big responsibility.

 

I distinctly remember telling them

that I could not

possibly

add one more thing to my plate

that day.

That they would have to do this

sans Mama.

 

I distinctly remember threatening them

not to get wet.

 

And I distinctly remember that moment

when everything changed

and I began thinking,

"If you can't beat them,

join them!"

So I did.

 

And then everything else on my

to-list

somehow became not as important

as spending a wonderfully warm

and

unexpectedly fun

afternoon

with my girls.

 

Yep, I remember it distinctly.