Sunday Citar~ When I Grow Up

“When I grow up, I want to remember that I always wanted to be about a thousand different things, and one lifetime didn’t seem nearly enough. When I grow up, I hope it’s at the very end when it doesn’t matter anymore anyway.”
~Storypeople

There are days when the simplest pleasures bring immense joy—like swinging on the blue swings at a park or exploring the hidden gems of a new city. Those adventures leave us feeling fulfilled and grateful, hearts brimming with the magic of discovery.

Then there are quieter days, spent curled up in the warmth of home, perhaps huddled under blankets while sipping hot cocoa. Even when the weather outside isn’t cooperating, there’s still plenty of charm in staying indoors, surrounded by loved ones. Each kind of day has its own unique flavor, yet they’re equally cherished.

Some mornings start with laughter and chaos—perhaps a race between siblings for the last toy or a game of hide-and-seek before school starts. Other mornings might involve slow, lazy moments where the only goal is to savor every sip of coffee and the quiet company of those we adore.

Today was one of those rare days when we decided to embrace simplicity over structure. The usual routines took a backseat as we lounged in pajamas, indulged in French toast for lunch, and rediscovered old books tucked away on shelves. It reminded me how important it is to occasionally pause and just be.

By late afternoon, the kids transformed the bathroom into their personal waterpark, giggling uncontrollably as they splashed around. The room looked like a scene from a movie, but there’s something magical about seeing them so carefree and content.

When I grow up, I want to remember days like today—not just for the laughs and memories, but for the reminder that happiness doesn’t need grand gestures or expensive outings. Sometimes, it’s right there in the mundane, waiting to be savored.