When the Rains Came. . .
Yesterday morning, as I do so many Saturdays, I went ahead and got out of bed early only to return to bed later and catch a little more rest. Yesterday morning, I remember noting just how bright it was in our bedroom when I crawled back into bed. I remember thinking of all the things that Iwanted to get done. I felt productive and the day seemed filled with promise.
As I laid in bed, I guess the clouds came out. With Cody’s arms around me, I realized just how long it had been since we had a morning where we could just stay in.
Then, the rains came. All hopes of being productive went out the window. We wound up sleeping the better part of the day away. But, I realized just how much we needed that time. In fact, my day was productive but it wouldn’t couldn’t been seen by the looks of my house, or yard, or even on my computer. But, I knew better.
After we rolled out of bed, I walked on the treadmill and then took my shower. Because we hadn’t thawed anything out, we decided to go out to eat. As the sunset on our way into town, we both remarked at how wonderful our day had been. We needed yesterday. I thought about how glad I was that Cody had not gone to the deer lease and that my plans for the day had changed when I crawled back into bed.
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