February 24, 2012
Sometimes I love to sneak away in my house. When I can't be banging around in the kitchen or creaking on the hardwood floors because shhhhh! Hadley is napping. I'll steal away to our bedroom upstairs or the guest room.. there's something self-indulgent about hanging out in the guest room. Just like there's something thrilling about sitting on top of a bed that's neatly made; perched on top of the covers with a quilt on my lap. It's one of my guilty pleasures. I almost never nap during these retreats. I am usually so pumped that I am sitting down and have two free hands, so pleased with the success of a sleeping baby and a cozy spot, that I couldn't possibly fall asleep.
Now, I say this like it happens a lot. Like I just sit around on beds until Grant comes home. ha ha ha HA. Not really. That's just not how life works, no matter how many kids you do or don't have. But every once in a great while, an opportunity pops up for a teeny retreat. Just a moment or two of quiet. To sigh, close my eyes, pray, be in a different room of my home. Do you ever retreat at your house? Let me encourage you to make your bed and go sit on it!