It is the summer holiday and no the perfect family day was not spent abroad in some fancy ski resort, nor was it spent tanning by the turquoise beaches in the Maldives, we weren’t on a cruise ship nor were we strolling the fashion streets of Paris (not that I wouldn’t have loved being at either of those places!). However, the perfect family day was actually a Sunday like most other Sundays. The children wanted to try a new Japanese restaurant called origami at Festival City mall (not the fanciest of malls either if I may add). We got to the mall and I watched with pride my tall and broad husband walk near my sweet, chubby son who was trying to catch up to his fathers stride. I imagined my son growing equally tall and broad and kind like his father and the thought brought a smile to my face. I saw my daughters laughing and teasing each other as we approached the restaurant which they had suggested. We were dressed in our Sunday bests and simply being, rested, healthy and content was already a perfect start to the family day.
We ordered an assortment of starters to share followed by our main courses. I thanked and blessed God for the meal in front of us and the family love within us. I thanked Allah for blessing us with the means to eat at a restaurant (fancy or not) and for simply being a family joined together in good health, love and harmony, a family exactly as we are. After we satisfied our taste buds and quenched our hunger with the Japanese delicacies we headed to the mall prayer halls to pray. My son headed with his father to the male prayer hall while I headed with my daughters to the female one. I prayed and thanked God for the meal, for the blessing of having my family intact around me and for waking up to another sun shiny day with no regrets or tragedies. That in itself is a blessing. I prayed for my family’s protection and for God to grant my husband health and prosperity and to surround me by him and my children always.
After performing our prayers, we decided to have dessert at one my favorite French cafes called L’aduree. The fact that we even have L’aduree in my country is worth celebrating. I ordered my black coffee accompanied by rose ice cream while the children indulged in their colorful macaroons. It was a lovely treat.
We strolled the mall for a while longer our bodies digesting their meals, until we decided it was time to return home. The sun was setting as my husband drove with music playing in the background and I had a faint smile on my face. I looked to my left and watched as my husband drove and I marveled at the strong and supportive man he was. I looked back and smiled at the kids who were buckled up and chatting endlessly and I said a silent thank you to God for this exact moment which I wouldn’t swap for anything else.
At home we gathered around the living room. My husband switched on the TV while suddenly my middle child who is a natural artist brainstormed a small business prospect involving her crochet. My middle child has a gift of creating the most wonderful crochet creations and artwork, she truly has such a talent! In fact when I look closely, each one of my children has a special talent. My eldest with her advanced horse riding technique and culinary skills, my middle child with her art creations and my youngest with his endless experimenting wether with toys or ingredients. My middle child continues brainstorming as her eyes glistened with anticipation. My husband started pitching some ideas to our daughter and that’s when she decided to come up with a logo. Her older sister helped implement a logo on the iPad alongside their father. I beamed with pride at the fun and productive day this was turning out to be not bad at all… a nice lunch and then huddling to be creative… My son decided to go to the kitchen to whip up one of his special fruit cocktails for us while being the book worm that I am I brought the latest book I was reading and started reading amidst all the creativity going on while our cat rolled around and looked at everyone curiously. The day was perfection.
I read in one of my books that life will give you all that you want but not necessarily in the way that you imagined it. That to surrender to life as it is and to practice gratitude for every small and big thing was the key to happiness. I had my life right here, right now amongst my family, amidst by husband and children where everyone was pleasant and in good health. My husband has been a pillar of strength to our family during difficult times and beneath his sometimes rough exterior he has never failed to impress me by his kindness and support. As for my children I couldn’t have asked for more perfectly imperfect ones. I love them as they are in all their strengths and weaknesses. They make me proud and they’re the main reason I wake up in the morning and raising them and creating memories with them is one of my main purposes in life.
May Allah bless us with more happiness and contentment and may we never take the little pleasures in life for granted again. It was the perfect day and it didn’t cost much it only required gratitude, fulfillment and acceptance that even if life wasn’t perfect (and it never is) it was good enough. I pray that with all of life’s ups and downs that I continue to feel this content with my family and friends forever.
How was your day? And what would you describe to be the perfect day?
Much love and keep smiling!




