"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Weekend Treasures

Weekends are just the best.  For lots of reasons.  Around these parts, nothing short of simple is happening.  
It's just us.  Because weekends are for togetherness.
Weekends are for indulging.  This Saturday's big breakfast choice, Paula's Baked French Toast and we hosed it down with syrup and powdered sugar.  Because the 2 sticks of butter in the topping wasn't good enough.  
Weekends are for being blessed by friends who offer their pool to us, to anyone.  We swam, laughed, and watched our girls when they pleaded watch me!
Sometimes, the unexpected happens and you scratch the Friday night plans of a movie with popcorn for a visit to the emergency room.
Enter, Boo.Sophie fell off the bath tub wall and went head first onto the tile.  After her eyes rolled into her head and she slumped over, beginning to go unconscious, we called the nurse.  A doctor called back and said to take her to the hospital, like, now.  After some vitals and a clear CAT Scan, we were sent home with concussion instructions.

Weekends are for thankful hearts...and the mama waking up with the little one every 2 hours just to make sure she's okay.  And she is.
Back to her sweet manipulation of talking Laura into one more story.  She is a professional staller at bed time. But I'm on to her.

Weekends are for dance parties.  Twirling and laughing.
And maybe another batch of our favorite brownies on my mama's antique platter she just bought me.  A new treasure to fill up with goodies each week.
Weekends are for swimming in the lake with friends.  Our neighbors are just the berries and we loved every minute of boating and swimming with our babies.
My mama was here this weekend.  She loves my girls well.  She loves them to the moon and back.
And then some.
Weekends are for watching my babies be soaked in ooey gooey love.

Treasure.  Having house church in our home.  The sweetest commencement of a fantastic weekend.
Bunny agrees.

So here's to the weekends.  The 48+ hour span that brings us together, pulling daddies away from their offices, mommies away from the weekly tasks.  The few days when green lights are given to let the house go, let that laundry pile up, along with the voice mails and tasks to be done.  Because they are so important.

But not really.  The weekend is about the treasures that have been given to us and we will delight and happily partake in every last bite.
Weekends are for treasures.

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