Just the Two of Us

I must admit, though a bit of an introvert, I got quite lonely in the last couple of days. Waking up and coming home to my big empty house was not as relaxing as I imagined it would be. Only when there was another soul inside to drink a cup of tea with or share a bowl of pasta with did I really feel like I was home. When Valerie called me and asked me to meet her at the ferry, I was happy to do it because I knew that in a few hours the two of us would be sitting in our living room with the Christmas tree sharing my leftover burrito. We would be warm, we would be dry and we would be together. We laughed, we shared stories and we watched Babies. I felt exhausted and then, to my dismay, realized it was only a quarter to eight. "What should we do?" Valerie asked.

Sleep? No, it's too early. Clean? No, that's too productive. Watch another movie? No, that will make me fall asleep. We could play music. Yes...or not. Craft time? Yes! But our floor is really dirty...it must be vacuumed. WE SHOULD MAKE A BLANKET FORT! That was the ticket, the incentive to clean and then make a wondrous tent in our bedroom. Craft time IN the tent. Perfect. So, here we now sit. She has the crochet hook in her hand and I have chalky fingers and we are creating. The lighting is low, the music perfect and life is good. Moods like this are perfect for pondering, so I have found myself on this blog...words flowing from the keys...thoughts barely finished.

"Life should always be like this," I said. I love these moments of childhood that are often interspersed into my young adult life. Sitting in a tent in our bedroom, drawing pictures and making a scarf. Thank you, Jesus, for letting me still be a kid. The world is full of hurt, but it is nice to be able to escape it, even if it's only for a night. It is nice to be in the warmth of this moment, where the only thing we need to worry about is dropping a stitch or getting chalk on my quilt. These are the days that are Christmas break. Oh, how I love them!