A Week Without A Rest Makes One Weak

Sundays are days of respite for us. We have learned the hard way that our bodies were built to work six days a week and rest one. Keeping a high pitched fervor for seven days in a row is bound to land one in trouble physically, if not emotionally and spiritually as well. Our routine on Sunday is to gather with our church family to worship the God of the universe. Then we come home and veg out for awhile. We usually have some activity such as we have today. Eleven years ago, the 27th of March was the birth of a grandaughter. Within two weeks, we added two grandsons to that joy as well. That was quite the year. Sydney's family and ours are going to be away on the 27th so we will gather this afternoon at our daughter Lauri's home and celebrate Syd's birthday. Sydney is the kind of kid that requires little maintanence. She takes things as they come and doesn't really kick up any kind of trouble (unless she is fighting with a sibling). She is deliberate about the things she does by taking her time, but doing it well. I enjoy watching her in a crowd. I also love to watch her face when you know what she's thinking but not saying. It is a happy kind of day for a birthday celebration. The day is cheerful with brilliant sunshine and temperatures in the mid seventies. Not bad for the 25th day of March. The weather website says the next week will be mild, with a few showers now and then. Sounds good to me for a vacation week. We will just remember to take our umbrellas.