The room is dim with the cool light coming through the covered windows, and the air is soft with the gentle breeze of the fan. From the kitchen, the smell of banana bread baking in the oven wafts out to accompany me in the quiet stillness of the afternoon. Across from me on the other couch my husband is sleeping, head curled down and legs stretched out, peacefully breathing in the rest that a man of such good heart deserves after a long and wearying week. I love watching him sleep, especially when it is sometimes so hard for him to sleep at night, knowing that he is finally able to get the rest he needs.
The laundry is done and the kitchen is cleaned; the bed is made, and even though the bathroom still needs work it's been a good day, a day of rest, a day of peace. It is a good gift of God, days like these.
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