01.19
Mondays are my Sabbath. Needless to say, I look forward to Mondays while most others look for reasons to avoid them. But today’s Sabbath was especially special. It just so happens that this day of Sabbath intersected with the day my wife was born 39 years ago. She doesn’t mind me telling you her age because she’s younger than me (barely), and that’s all that matters to her.
So, because it was Jenn’s birthday, we celebrated. I had every intention to serve her breakfast in bed, but she always gets up before me. Go figure. Knowing that, I left her birthday card in front of the coffee pot the night before so she would be assured that she was on my mind even before I got up. She was sung to by the kids and me, with not so perfect harmony; she and I ate lunch together, went to the mall (including Kirkland’s and Bath and Body Works–it was her birthday, you know); Kristen baked her first cake for her mom; we celebrated at P.F. Chang’s in both Chinese and English . . .ok, maybe not Chinese. And finally we came home, ate cake, drank coffee and finished in style with watching 24. Today was a celebration . . .and it was restful.
Now that the day is drawing to a close, here’s what I’ve learned: Sabbath is about rest, and I found that significant rest is found in celebrating life, especially the life of someone you deeply love.