Our weekend tend to be a to-do list marathon. This weekend, like every weekend surely was. There were cabinet doors to stain and seal, a headboard to construct, a kitchen to paint, windows to repair, cleaning to tackle, veggies to put by, and a bed frame to construct.
Somehow, come Sunday afternoon, we made time for rest.
I was running late on dinner so we had a snack to push off dinner time until the last coat of paint was up. It was nearing bedtime when the kids came running. "Picnic? In the country?" they pleaded. I couldn't argue with that. So while the paint dried in our kitchen we piled in the car and headed out of town. We didn't come back until way after bedtime.
I sometimes forget to pause. To sit. To relax. But when they remind me to stop and simply be, I'm so glad I did.