Lisa Jo asks us to write for five minutes today on tired.
I think I know a little about that.
I can tackle five minutes.
Just five minutes though.
Because I’m so . . . tired.
The tables were beautiful, draped in white linen and scattered with Hobby Lobby pirate gold coins.
Mom would have loved that. She was the Coin Queen.
Purple napkins in the goblets.
People meeting and eating.
Simple Gifts/Lord of the Dance and Amazing Grace still ringing in our ears.
We foiled and plastic wrapped the leftover food.
I don’t remember stumbling into the living room.
I don’t remember curling up in a ball in the corner of the sofa, head on its back, still wearing my black fake leather jacket.
I don’t remember falling asleep.
I do remember entering the conversation going on in the room, but I probably wasn’t very coherent.
It’s not like we didn’t know this was coming while were still at the Cottage.
We could have planned all along.
But as Sissy said, when we wanted to play when Mom was awake.
Or hang with Dad
Or otherwise just do something mindless.
So it’s been a busy, busy week.
I’ll refresh tired bodies; I’ll restore tired souls. ~Jeremiah 31:25 (Message)