The warmth of the sun

This morning I got up and had my coffee in my new favorite cup. The sun was shining and my husband had already been at his chores for over an hour.

After coffee, I took George on a nice long walk. He left me after a bit and I assumed he’d run over to see where his dad was and what he was up to.

As I passed the front of the house, I noticed that my husband was putting up one of the tents. I love when he puts up the tent.

This is the warm side of the house and today (and yesterday), the sun felt like a blessing that we badly needed. Can you see the snow that’s still on the ground?

He also set up the little heptawing to air out, he said. The heptawing is just a little shade cover you can sit under. We don’t use it much.

When I got done the walk, I saw that he set up chairs, a table, and put the foam core on the floor of the tent in case we wanted to take a nap later on.

A nap in the middle of the day is delicious.

But we never did take that nap. Instead we laid in the tent for a little while and remembered when we bought it and some of the times we used it with the boys when they were young. We usually take the backpacking tent when we camp and it’s just the two of us. That tent is infinitely more weatherproof than this one. But this one is fun and I like that you can walk into it and you don’t have to crawl.

We had lunch outside today and we talked about a lot of things but mostly we talked about going camping. We read magazines and did puzzles and just simply enjoyed our afternoon in the spring-like temperatures.

Today was a gift. And when the week ahead gets rough, all I have to do is close my eyes and remember this day.

Amen.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .