I learned about napping from my college roommate, who would turn on Sarah low and crawl under her covers after an 8am class.
When I got married and moved in with The Boy, Sunday naps became a regular thing. In fact, I think most of West Michigan shuts down after Sunday family dinners as people claim couches and cribs for a little respite.
When I was pregnant with Rylie, I slept more than I was awake.
I love to nap. I love to steal just a little bit of time… maybe when both kids are sleeping (what?) or occupied with Dad… and simply rest. I am a nicer person for it. Or, at least quieter.
The pretty, hand-embroidered pillows make the dreams a little sweeter.
Matthew chapter 11, verse 28 • Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take some time… to breathe, to be quiet, to sit back, to rest. This world is heavy and often unkind. Even the strongest grow weak under the weight of their work.
Pull down the comforter,
turn off your phone,