My long day of work came & went with alacrity. I scooped Sara up from home afterwards & we went to Walmart for some girl schtuff. An hour & a half later & some new clothes & snacks, we got home. Don't judge.
I had been up since six, my hips & feet were practically crying for rest, & so I did. At work, a lot got accomplished, but at home there still was & are two baskets of laundry to put away. I was thoroughly exhausted & could barely keep my eyes open by 8pm. Still trying to give myself grace for days like this--when not only the work stress but my physical pain zaps my brain so I can't get much writing done.
I was laying on my bed, chatting with Sara. My eyes were shut so I wouldn't see the laundry baskets sitting at the foot of my bed. Lest I fell asleep, I opened my eyes & they fell upon a single pink rose on my desk. No it's not from anyone special. I bought a half dozen roses for Mum & she gave me one. She's sweet like that, to share our love of roses.
Keep in mind--I'm exhausted. Pain level's just ebbing at long last & I have a ton of things to do. Not exactly the best frame of mind for me to wonder if, one day, My Guy will bring me roses for no reason. Surely he'll know how much I love them. Or will it just be me buying myself flowers to brighten my desk every few weeks? Tears pricked behind my eyes & I shut them again as the wondering spiraled.
My eyes flew open when Sara exclaimed. She had knelt on her bed to open her window, & she knelt on her curtains. The entire curtain rod fell on her--swathing her in white, filmy curtains.
She looked so surprised & confused that I just lost it. We have the type of relationship, you understand, that when we're clumsy or get the least bit hurt, we laugh. If we bump our head in the attic or stub a toe? We laugh at each other. My stomach ached from laughing so hard at Sara's minor misfortune & once I caught my breath & recovered, the pain was still there, so was the exhaustion--but I felt lighter than ever.
I had no revelation, no conviction coming through my thick skull--just a random moment of laughter. A gift from my Father Who knows what my needs & my heart better than I do.