Friday found me in my PJs all.day.long. nursing a nasty cold, the flu . . . something. The day was made up of strained conference calls, E pinch hitting for my parenting duties and nothing really terrific.
Saturday was full of Dayquil and errands and basketball and laundry. I sliced open my thumb and asked E to buy me some skin glue on his way home from the store. I didn't need it after all. We scrambled to get spiffy because we had a sitter coming so we could celebrate his Aunt and Uncle's joint surprise party for their birthdays.
More Dayquil and some extra blush turned into a really great time with our family. We danced and had cocktails and then we shared cheese fries at 2 am. The Princess got her hair braided and her toes painted. The Athlete got a crush :) It was a good night for all of us.
Sunday was perfectly lazy. A sunny walk for us and bike ride for them at the beach. The kids got ice cream and only some of us showered. Something about the pending holiday silently gives me permission me leave the last load of whites in the dryer. I invited my BFF over to drink wine and watch the Golden Globes. We critiqued dresses and gossiped for a couple of hours. I hugged her tight and closed the front door thinking about how happy and lucky I am.
And then I got an email. From another friend. On behalf of her friend. Who has a 5 year old. Who was diagnosed just this morning with an inoperable malignant brain tumor. I am speechless, but I promised to pray.
And in a moment my ordinary, Dayquil filled, errand running, sunny Sunday weekend was magnificent. My blessings were greater and my children were more precious than they had been just the hour earlier.
A moment. Just one moment. Bedtime will last a little longer tonight.
Love who you love
And say that you do
Hold on as tight as they'll let you
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