Sometimes our bodies cry out for action. To move, to dig, to dance. And other times, we are given a clear message to rest. To sit around. To keep slippers on your feet all day. Nate and I were lucky enough to get colds on exactly the same day this weekend. We bulldozed through it on Sunday but by Monday we were wiped out. With tears in his eyes he looked at me before sleep on Sunday (oh how fitful that sleep was!) and asked, "Can we just stay home tomorrow mama?" Of course, sweet boy, of course we can just stay home. We get breaks like this so rarely it seems. It is too bad that it took illness to get us to laze around, to fully enjoy just each other's company.
To get to have biscuits and jam for lunch, just because. So we stayed home we played game after game, we pulled a couple weeds (I can only sit around for so long, it seems), we drank countless cups of 'Throat Coat' tea, read book after book, and even watched a show or two on the computer. A true blue day of rest.
