It always seems like tomorrow has the promise of greatness.
"Tomorrow I'll paint the rest of the trim downstairs."
"Tomorrow I'll do all the dishes, mop the floor, and maybe start on the dresser that's in the garage!"
"Tomorrow I'll start eating better. This cookie needs to be gone by then. *chomp* For sure, tomorrow."
But you know what the beauty of that is? There's always going to be something that comes up that can be done tomorrow.
Today is the day I've wasted snuggling my baby. Today I consoled her and rubbed her head when she bumped it while on a great exploration adventure under the dining room table. Today I drank my weight in Diet Coke. Today I had a meltdown when the great explorer wouldn't take a freaking nap. Today I felt the weight of 6 months of stress lifted off my shoulders when my husband's first real paycheck hit the bank account. Today I wept thankful tears when my sweet girl looked up at me with stars of wonderment in her eyes and asked without words, "what is this?"
Today is better than tomorrow. It always has been for me. I am a procrastinator by nature and have always looked for ways to do things tomorrow. But today? That's where the true magic and true life is.
So what if I don't get all the dishes done or the dog hair swept up off the floor for the umpteenth time this week. I have kisses to give. I have hugs to steal. A grand adventure awaits me in the gigantic cardboard box someone's daddy saved. I'm learning to live in the moment and seize today.
Tomorrow will come eventually. For now, pass me another cookie.