Sunday, October 3, 2010


When my dear husband arrived home this afternoon he tenderly suggested I join him for a nap. This captures my attention as I turn my eyes his way. A nap, ey? As I crawl under the covers I almost immediately hear his breathing slow and feel his body relax, then suddenly before I know it I wake up ... six hours later. Go figure. He was right. I really needed a nap.

1 comment:

  1. For a minute there I thought this was going to get an R rating :D

    Naps for Mom and Dad always mean something different in our house.