Sunday nap

Today when I finally walked out of church I noticed it was decidedly Spring-like. Happy day! I came home, ate lunch and pottered around for a bit, then declared to Aaron that I was deliciously tired. He knows that this is code for a nap, an undisturbed nap.

The children were all playing outside so I retired to my bedroom. The window was open and a slight cool breeze was blowing. The bedroom was a bit chilly but under my fluffy duvets it was perfection. Perfect sleeping weather.

I put myself to sleep by reading one of my recently re-acquired (Hooray for eBay) favourite books from my childhood-The What Katy Did series. They are quaint and gentle and pastoral-somewhat Little Woman-ish. I drifted off reading about charming children playing outside in their garden, listening to real children playing in the garden below my window. Sublime.


I was frequently woken from my happy idyllic dreams of holidaying surrounded by warm water, with my whole family, (mom, you were rockin' that bikini by the way), by the sounds of happy children. I would open my eyes a crack and see the sunlight streaming through the open window, and fall back into blissful slumber, picking up my happy holidaying dreams just where I left off. It was dreamy, in every sense of the word.

The perfect sunny Spring Sunday. I can't wait for more like it.

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