My husband almost never gets sick. I can't remember the last time that he stayed home from work because he was not feeling well. This weekend the poor guy was hit hard. Fever, chills, sick stomach, the whole bit. He is the type of man who is not happy unless he has ten projects going at once. This weekend was extremely hard for him because he was unable to do anything but rest on the couch under a blanket.
On Thursday, our oldest daughter was sick. I got a phone call to go pick her up at school because she wasn't feeling well. When we got home I gave her some tylenol, made some soup, and put her to bed. By that evening she was back to her normal, cheerful self again.
All of this just made me start to think about how it sometimes takes an act of God to make us slow down and rest. With our busy schedules, my husband and I hardly take any downtime. If we aren't working, we're going to church, taking the kids to a function, or trying to cram in financial discussions between the children going to bed and us finally passing out for the night. It seems like we never slow down enough to enjoy just spending time with each other.
Yesterday afternoon, with my husband wrapped up in a blanket and drinking cold water for the fever, I settled in beside him on the couch. Our daughters came and curled up close and we all watched a full two hour movie sitting together. I thoroughly enjoyed that time. There was no hurry to answer phone calls, no rush to get one last page edited, and no rushing off to respond to an emergency on my husband's part. There was just the five us, wrapped under blankets, watching a movie and enjoying some quiet, quality time.
I want more weekends like that, without the sick part of course!
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