A priceless day ...

Yesterday was an amazing day.

Not because our house finally sold or we won the lottery. It was the small, every day moments that made it priceless.

Getting up at 8 and making breakfast for Blake before he headed out the door for four basketball games.

Going to the Lake Oswego Farmer's Market.

Helping Kate write a resume to send to Nike for a part-time job at the Woodburn store.

Driving with Kate to Blake’s games in Beaverton, getting there and seeing her run to her dad to grab the Jamba Juice he got for her and then watching her and Bryan laugh about the silly message he wrote on her Jamba Juice.

Listening to them talk about this and that. Inquire about the morning game in Salem. Kate asking Bryan for help on a report she has to write about whether or not there is a Kennedy curse, he sharing the latest news. They make jokes about the referee and critic the game.

Watching Blake play two games with his Wilsonville friends while sitting on the bleachers with the parents – who are great and caring people. Seeing Blake smile after sinking a 3, listening to Kate laugh at the stories a friend is sharing with her.

After the game, Kate gives Blake a hug and tells him how much he has improved since she has last saw him play. They get in the front seats, I sit in the back of the car, close my eyes and listen to them talk about music, the game, Kate giving her little brother some pointers, Blake telling her about a musician he likes, Kate jokes with Blake she has more arm muscle than he does, he jokes back. Kate looks at the rip in Blake’s jersey, tells Blake he did a good job not letting the guy he was guarding push him around.

Get back to the apartment, Blake changes uniforms, Kate makes a sandwich, they agree on music for a CD they are making. Back in the car to drive to Salem – the music – well, listening to fingers racing across a chalkboard mixed with a dozen screaming kids would have sound better to me – but they like it, talk about it, critic it. They chat about this and that. Get a glimpse of what it might be like next fall when Kate is a senior and Blake a freshman and they drive to school together.

Watch Blake play against a freshmen team. Watch another game of juniors. Leave around 9:30 p.m. Kate drives home from Salem, I tell her I am thankful and grateful for her driving. They decide on a movie to watch. I go to sleep knowing despite all the times they have fought over socks, T-shirts, basketball shorts, this and that, and the computer – they really do love one another and will look out for each other.

What more can a mom ask for.