3 years ago
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Our church is shared between two congregations. We alternate time slots every year. Last year we had the 9 am spot. This was lovely because church was out of the way early in the day, bad because I, for some reason, cannot get the four of us anywhere by 9 am on time. This year we have the 11:30 slot, very bad for naps but I do have a shot at being on time. We don't even have to rush- delightful. The boys came down in their pajamas and climbed into our bed. We spent an hour tickling and bouncing and snuggling. We then ate waffles in our slippers and took our sweet time. We were almost on time to meeting. Church is great and all but this is what Sunday morning should be like. There is something spiritual about little boys who smell like shampoo and maple syrup who fit into our arms just perfectly who want nothing more than to be together.