All you Harry Potter fans will recognize the title of this post. Felix is a potion introduced in HP#6, and it makes its drinker lucky. Everything that happens is normal -- but not normal. Every single occurrence goes your way, and you are gifted with a golden 24 hours.
That's what Monday was for me. One perfect day.
Nothing out of the ordinary, really. We all had the day off, and we swung by John's office so he could do a little work. Then we drove up to San Francisco (about an hour's drive, for those of you outside the area). We parked at Union Square, took the cable car to the Maritime stop, made a quick stop at Starbucks, and walked over to Ghirardelli Square.
There, we got a bag of chocolate squares and hung out by the mermaid fountain. The day couldn't have been more beautiful. A few clouds, a bright-blue sky, a slight wind. Perfect weather for a kite, which unfortunately we did not have.
We strolled down to the beach and were walking along when a young woman came up to us and offered us her kite. "We're done with it!" she said. The kids went wild. They ran and shouted and played and it was perfect.
Finally, as all kites tend to do, it got away and the string lodged in a tree. We got to watch the "tree flying the kite" as we walked along the piers down to Fisherman's Wharf and Pier 39. Ben had his first raw oyster, we watched the street performers, and messed around the pier, window shopping and eating more candy. Perfect.
Then dinner at the Fishermen's Grotto (old school, definitely!) and watched a gorgeous sunset behind the Golden Gate Bridge while we slurped clam chowder from sourdough bread bowls. Perfect.
A taxi back to Union Square, a drive home with the kids sleeping in the back of the car.
Nothing wild, nothing weird, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a perfect, perfect day. One I'll always remember. Thanks for listening. :)