Sometimes, it isn’t about what we do together, but about that we be together. Today, I spent time with a former tutoring student and her parents. We live near one another and get together regularly. Today, however, I was still so worn down exhausted, somewhat nauseous, and physically struggling with the new aches of pregnancy’s moving stuff around in my front region, that I couldn’t do much of anything. I managed to get through a short grocer trip, and then had to have a seat for a while while she made smoothies, and then lie down to rest while she baked. After she got me up 30 or so minutes later – I hadn’t slept, but lying down with my eyes closed had still be very helpful – I managed barely to get upstairs to see her recent art and sewing projects. By the time I got back down, I had to pack up and go home. I was going down for the count.
So, I didn’t do much. But it was still a really nice day. Just hanging in the same place together and intentionally spending time together was what made it all so worth it. And I am grateful that it worked out after all. Hopefully, it was just the kind of alone time my husband was seeking, while I got to have the opposite, which I was seeking. Good days all around, I hope.
And happy birthday to my love and husband.
Thank you, God, for my husband. Thank you for the friends today and the quality time together. Help me and the baby to sleep well and to be well. Keep us safe. Keep my husband safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
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