Sunday Sentiments

 

Yesterday was pure joy. Pure. Joy. Ryan and I stayed up late Friday night and ended up falling asleep on the couch. We woke up just as light began to peek into a new day and moved to our room to finish sleeping. I slept all the way until 9:30, which was something of a gift. (The first thing I realized when I woke up was that I forgot to finish the blog, so I got up in a hurry to do that.) I don’t remember the last time I slept in, and I did not take it for granted. What used to be a weekly occurrence is now a rarity, and any chance I get to enjoy it, I sure do.

            Ryan sat outside for a little bit, enjoying the morning by the lake, but rain drove him inside, so he moved to fixing breakfast. The rain was gentle…as was the thunder that accompanied it. We opened windows that were protected enough to keep us dry and listened to the rain fall while breakfast cooked.

            We ate together and then I hit the couch to complete a scrapbook. Between Friday night and Saturday, I did seventy pages in a book, and I was thrilled! I also haven’t had time to do that for months. Not for hours on end, anyway. Ryan knocked out projects he’d been wanting to do, and the whole day just felt perfect.

            The rain cleared up (which was unexpected!) and we made our way out for ice cream, which was actually our date plan for today. (Today is our 127^th monthiversary!) But the forecast for today isn’t great for a sit-outside-and-eat-ice-cream kind of adventure, so we went a day early. The ice cream was so yummy. We stopped by the grocery on the way home and then returned to finishing projects.

            Ryan squeezed in some paddleboarding, and we rounded out the day by sitting beside the lake, enjoying the calm waters. I read in my book, we waved at the pontoons going by, and Lexi exercised bravery with fireworks in the distance.

            It was a grand sort of day. We were grateful for the gift of being home, resting, completing projects that have been on the back burner, and appreciating the scenes before us.

            Not every day is a perfect day. Not every day is void of hard things. But yesterday was pretty close to perfect, and I wanted to pour every piece of it deep into my memory to recall on another day, when obstacles seem more prevalent.

            May I never lose the wonder of days that feel like a full gift!