When our daughters were small, we would often go downtown to have lunch with Reese. This was usually an exciting adventure. There were tunnels to explore, cookies to eat, and elevators to ride.
Mr. Roger's Neighborhood was practically the only television show we allowed our daughters to watch back in those days. Mr. Rogers was always kind and gentle, and never talked down to his young audience. Every episode had a fantastic trolley going from Mr. Roger's house to The Neighborhood of Make-Believe.
At the time, Houston had just implemented a new trolley system to shuttle people around downtown and promote goodwill. When our daughters saw the new trolley in downtown Houston, they endlessly pleaded to go for a ride. Of course, I think they thought it would take them to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe. We were usually pressed for time, so our standard parental response to their impassioned query was always, "we'll ride the trolley some day...."
One day Reese and I stood in line with our young daughters at the trolley stop. This was before they could read, and they had no idea what we were doing. When our oldest daughter realized that the trolley had stopped right where we were standing, she looked at us, her big brown eyes filled with excitement, and said,
"Is it some day today?"
"Yes," we smiled, "it's some day today."
That's exactly how I felt yesterday morning. I woke up, and excitedly asked in my heart, "Can I paint today?" And I thought of my daughter asking is it some day today? "Yes, I can paint today."
And I did. Painting yesterday was magical....just like that trolley ride with our daughters so long ago...