It rained today.
Praise the Lord.
Rainy days are made for slowing down and remembering to breathe. For special together time, relieved of the pressing burdens of so many projects about the house by the spell of water that falls from the sky.
The old and tired sanctuary was frigid this morning, keeping us early birds awake (like we could sleep with Jon Talbert speaking... oh please...) We sang the gorgeous and magical Christmas carols that I've been missing this advent season (how can you NOT sing carols during advent? Sacrilege!!!)
We made our way home for our first married rainy afternoon, exhausted from four shows and a "acting-high" that finally wore off right after church. I watched my bird feeder slowly fill with water as ever-changing drops plodded down from the swirling blue-grey sky. The soil in my veggie patch became a landscape of mini craters from the larger droplets and small hail that decided to hurl itself downward in a brief flurry of angry water. Doused and dense, the garden shone in the perfect afternoon darkness that creates such magical color saturation.
Matisse and Matt curled up on the couch for a long nap while I baked cookies and prepared soup for dinner. The heater hummed most of the day, keeping the damp chill at bay. Sweats and fleeces were donned, with thick socks for the tootsies and mugs of spiced cider as hand warmers. We snuggled with a movie during supper and took turns dashing to the freezing garage to change laundry loads. (I bet laundry rooms are all inside the house in the Midwest...) I love a man who lets me warm my perma-cold feet on his warm legs...
Today, we did nothing... and in that nothing was everything. Ah, bliss... Thanks rain!
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