Is there such a thing as perfect?

    Today, was, in my opinion a perfect day from beginning to end.  I woke this morning to Abby whispering "Mommy, whatever you do, don't go downstairs."  I know, right, I should have been scared and rushed right down the stairs but somehow I was not worried at all.  I could only smile at how cute she was.  I could tell that cooking was going on and there was a lot of activity going on downstairs.  It seems that Jackson woke everybody up this morning including himself via an alarm clock, I did not know he knew how to use one, and organized the whole thing.  He thought that cooking 3 eggs was enough for a family of five and he made way too much toast but it was the best breakfast I have ever had.  The kids cleaned up the kitchen which allowed me the time to vacuum my car.  While I vacuumed they played with Abby's pink baseball bat and balls. 
  I cooked shrimp and grits for my brother, sister in law, Granny Ann and Jack.  It was really good and we had fun visiting.  Jackson had band concert so he left a little early and we met him at the PAC for the concert.  As we were getting ready to leave, everybody was watching TRON on the PS3 and I caught the last few minutes.  A line in movie struck me....basically Clu the bad guy was talking to Flynn the good guy.  Flynn explained to Clu that there is no perfect and if you achieve perfection it won't last because it cannot be controlled.  Now, the movie is some video game premise but the line caused me to pause.    I had thought all day long about perfect the day was and that it was the best Mother's Day I can ever remember having.  Literally from start to finish, I loved every single moment.  The kids made the most beautiful gifts and they were so proud of them.  Jackson bought a card and customized it to fit our family and it truly was the perfect card.  I got a dozen yellow roses and orange carnations from Chloe along necklaces that she and Abby made in Art Club that are lovely.  Noah made this wheel of gratitude and was so proud to show me that his favorite line was that I was his hero.  It was just a perfect day.  At the band concert, Jackson presented me with the most beautiful red rose I have ever seen and he looked so handsome in his tux.  We had Chinese food for dinner which is totally my favorite and got through showers with no arguing and fussing.  The little kids went to bed and now the house is quiet. 
  Again, I think of the line in the movie.  I spend so much of my life waiting for the other shoe to drop because it seems that with every good thing there has to be several bad.  Today was different though.  I cannot explain why because I don't know why.  It was just different.  I think that for me the perfection of the day came because there was no control and there was no worry on my part.  Maybe I just had a good night's sleep or something but I did not feel any need to make anything perfect for anyone and I was not at all worried about whether anyone would enjoy themselves.  I simply enjoyed every moment.  So at the end of this day I think that perfection comes when we don't control or attempt to control anything.  We simply exist and accept that which comes our way...the good, the bad and the ugly. I very wise friend of mine, Leigh Snyder of Seattle, Washington, said today was different but restful for her and that things happen for a reason.  She said that eventhough you do not always know the reason, you have to trust that it, whatever it is, is for the best.  Like I said, for me today was perfection.  The only downside is that it has to end.