learning to sleep...
We had the most refreshing weekend being lazy and not accomplishing much. Yesterday I laid down on the floor and started falling asleep and asked my husband, it’s ok to not be productive, right? Sometimes I feel like I need assurance that it is alright to just be and not be doing.
We had already been at church from 8:30 – 11:30, gone to a neighboring town for lunch and when we came home, I made homemade polenta for dinner. He said, I think that you have already accomplished more today than other people have…he had preached (my poor attempt at paraphrasing an excellent sermon) about God sustaining His children in the desert with manna, that Jesus continued that tradition of sustenance for our every need with more insight and depth than that. From that he also talked about how the desert wanderers were to keep one day as a Sabbath and that we should also take time to just be with family and friends and relax…not a very good synopsis but, it still resonated with me. I am very bad at slowing down but getting better – I did sleep away the afternoon yesterday, that’s a start.
We went to the State Fair on Friday with a teen who we have “adopted” from our church. We are her younger and somewhat cooler “parents”. She had never been to the fair and we felt an obligation and duty to introduce her to it. I did win a first place, blue ribbon for the before-mentioned cake that my husband so graciously cradled in his lap during our car trip last week. We surveyed the competition for the other categories I had entered and not faired as well in, introduced our teen to the wonders of beer battered cheese curds, Prairie Farms ice cream, deep fried Twinkies, the butter cow and being suckered into playing games that the husband assures me no one can ever win, in an attempt to win a giant stuffed monkey. Strangely enough, as we exited the fair grounds our pockets were lighter and we were sans monkey – I guess he may be on to something. We are headed back on Saturday for the Counting Crows concert...and perhaps some more cheese curds?
Saturday was our anniversary, we slept in late, the husband made homemade pancakes for breakfast and then we lazed around all afternoon, watching movies. We headed out for an incredible dinner, at an absolutely wonderful restaurant in Peoria called Jill’s on Galena. It was superb – and we finished the night off with a bottle of champagne. I am very thankful for my husband and all that he does for me – and am very, very proud that he was able to keep our dinner location a secret (we are both very bad at secrets). Thank you for a wonderful anniversary and I hope that we have at least six more….and six more after that….and six more after that….
We had already been at church from 8:30 – 11:30, gone to a neighboring town for lunch and when we came home, I made homemade polenta for dinner. He said, I think that you have already accomplished more today than other people have…he had preached (my poor attempt at paraphrasing an excellent sermon) about God sustaining His children in the desert with manna, that Jesus continued that tradition of sustenance for our every need with more insight and depth than that. From that he also talked about how the desert wanderers were to keep one day as a Sabbath and that we should also take time to just be with family and friends and relax…not a very good synopsis but, it still resonated with me. I am very bad at slowing down but getting better – I did sleep away the afternoon yesterday, that’s a start.
We went to the State Fair on Friday with a teen who we have “adopted” from our church. We are her younger and somewhat cooler “parents”. She had never been to the fair and we felt an obligation and duty to introduce her to it. I did win a first place, blue ribbon for the before-mentioned cake that my husband so graciously cradled in his lap during our car trip last week. We surveyed the competition for the other categories I had entered and not faired as well in, introduced our teen to the wonders of beer battered cheese curds, Prairie Farms ice cream, deep fried Twinkies, the butter cow and being suckered into playing games that the husband assures me no one can ever win, in an attempt to win a giant stuffed monkey. Strangely enough, as we exited the fair grounds our pockets were lighter and we were sans monkey – I guess he may be on to something. We are headed back on Saturday for the Counting Crows concert...and perhaps some more cheese curds?
Saturday was our anniversary, we slept in late, the husband made homemade pancakes for breakfast and then we lazed around all afternoon, watching movies. We headed out for an incredible dinner, at an absolutely wonderful restaurant in Peoria called Jill’s on Galena. It was superb – and we finished the night off with a bottle of champagne. I am very thankful for my husband and all that he does for me – and am very, very proud that he was able to keep our dinner location a secret (we are both very bad at secrets). Thank you for a wonderful anniversary and I hope that we have at least six more….and six more after that….and six more after that….
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1 Comments:
Your post encouraged me to take a nap today. I've been trying to get up early, be more productive, take some time for meditation, and give myself more waking hours. But I was still tired today, not feeling that well, and so I took your relaxation as a clue. Thanks for reminding me to appreciate rest as well.
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