This spring break was months in the making. Just in a different way than I had planned. How often does that happen? I make a plan and life takes me down a different path.
I was booking our first ever family ski trip with my husband while someone halfway around the world was coming down with a fever and cough. And now, fast-forward a few months, and I am home.
On spring break, I usually find time to drink a cup of coffee while it’s hot (a luxury to teachers everywhere).
I usually take a walk or go for a run and enjoy the quiet.
I usually bake something sweet, hang out with my kids, and play some games as a family.
I take a minute to check in on an old friend.
I spend some quiet time in my Bible, enjoy an afternoon glass of tea or wine. We turn off the devices and play some cards. I try a new recipe (or two).
I usually find time to plant some herbs or flowers. I paint my own nails. I paint my daughter’s nails.
I read a book that was pushed aside as the school year progressed.
I sit and watch my kids play. I listen to their laugh.
I travel a path I haven’t been down before. I see something new. I spend time enjoying things I feel like I have to rush past in the day-to-day.
I still found time to do just that. I think the perspective has shifted. I am always grateful for the break. I think I’m just realizing I shouldn’t have to break to do these things.