The morning started out with plenty of time to get ready for church, and head out to play with our little ones in the nursery...until we realized it was not 8:24, but 9:24, and we were supposed to be there 45 minutes ago! Woops!
No crisis, though, as there was staff to cover our lapse. We talked about the parable of the lost son, and were charmed by this little group of 2&3 yr olds who thought it would be really fun to have a party when the son comes back :) Beautiful worship time, with baby kicking at the music, and again at the end of the sermon, and we head home.
Our day of rest is an amazing gift and we strive to not have a to-do list on Sundays. This afternoon we rested for a while and ate a little before Cocoa decided to voice his opinion, and so we went to the park. The windows were open and the sun was shining and he was immensely happy to be heading to the dog park. We spent a little time with the other dogs--there were lots of families and puppies playing today. Cocoa got a few drinks from his squirt bottle, and a few water gun style squirts from Dan. Eventually he headed toward the gate, which is his way of saying, "ok, next thing now, please!" and we took a walk around the park. He loves to explore while we walk the path, and he managed to find all the mud puddles and water holes and fun places to get dirty. We finally ended up on the lawn in front of our car, and I collapsed to soak in the sunshine. Dan and Cocoa played with the now empty water bottle, and Cocoa had a ball with all this undivided attention. They ran circles around and around me and I sat there and laughed and felt the baby kick! Dan stopped to put his hand on my belly, and she kicked again, but not underneath his hand. We all laid on the grass and rested for a while, before heading home.
We piddled around the house, reading a bit, laying in the window seat with the kitty, chopping wood in the backyard. As warm as it was outside today, it's chilly in the house, especially after dark, so we lay a fire and cozy up in front of a movie with some chinese take-out. And here we are, Dan and Cocoa and me and the baby, cuddled up on the couch, dozing occasionally, talking softly, and she's kicking again. Just little blips here and there, and I don't even realize at first what I'm feeling, but there it is, persistently thumping around. I smile and snuggle down and doze off again. How sweet is this day, this moment. This is the gift of Sabbath--to know the sweetness of a moment and to live in it, without thought for yesterday or tomorrow.
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