Our room has become the safe haven, the place where the naps happen. If you know N at all, you know that she is no longer a consistent napper. The past few days have been different. We've cuddled, watched Enchanted too many times to count, and eaten many Hershey kisses in hopes that a little treat will make us feel better. We've also been incredibly cranky, worn out, and not at our best. So far from it.
We have, quite literally, been pulling the covers up to our chins, taking time to rest, recoup, recharge, and revisit what grace looks like: in action, with the hubs being a total rock star and doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, and running errands and in words, choosing a gentle response over a harsh one when the crankies set in. I'm hopeful we'll be on the mend soon.
Have a blessed Sunday, friends.