Because his house is being rented, he stays with his parents over break...so I got to hang out with them when he went to work. Could have been awkward, but it wasn't.
I found that each morning I was able to begin my day slowly...reading, drinking coffee, and spending some good quality time with God.
I notice that this slowness seems to happen solely on the weekend...Monday thru Friday calls for a quicker pace that I forget about on Saturday and Sunday. And even more, when I visit him I his neck of the woods (he's finishing up his pharmacy degree), my normal workout on Saturday mornings doesn't happen, but the early morning quiet does.
It's hard sometimes to come to grips with not having the physical workout that my body needs, but right now, my soul is so thankful...
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