This past weekend was shortened for me. I worked all day Saturday, which left just Sunday free for rest/activities. And yet, it was one of those magical days that even though every bit was enjoyable, it seemed to stretch on and on.

We had church in the morning and then shortly after, I met a friend for coffee, where we had the hardest and best kind of talks about the good and the hard, the broken and the redeemed. Where we talked about spiritual realities and God at work in our lives and hearts (because He is always, always working).

Later that afternoon, Nicholas and I headed downtown because he had a haircut appointment. While he visited the barber, I read and wrote at the coffee shop a block away. We had an impromptu date with tacos (as one does on date night), a quick trip home to change, and then (at his suggestion), we went to the park to toss a frisbee and go for a walk.

It was the kind of day that was the perfect blend of rest and activity. A full day, yes, but my heart was even fuller and more thankful:

in the M O R N I N G

for feeling wide awake and ready to start the day without snoozing the alarm

for aeropress coffee

for a sermon that was convicting and encouraging

for hugs at church

in the A F T E R N O O N

for roasted & seasoned potatoes at lunchtime

for traffic that gave us a few more minutes to talk

for (ever more) pictures of coffee and knitting

in the E V E N I N G

for chips and queso and for lemon in my water

for a conversation about how sunglasses fit our heads differently

for blue skies and warn air and cool breezes

for sharing a water bottle with him

for hand holding

for freshly-washed chacos, set on the porch to dry

for a husband who is so much fun

for this season of life, even when I struggle with contentment

for days like these, where contentment is my first response

I'm thankful that these days are the days of now.

P.S.—You may have noticed that things look a little different around here! Nicholas has recently been updating and refreshing the blog with several changes. Content will be the same, but navigation should be a bit more straightforward :)

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