Freedom

I was sick and stayed home from church today. Rare. Rarely do I get sick. Rarely do I miss church. I actually missed that time with the kids, and the weekly sitting in the pew telling Ethan and Kiana to stop bugging each other. Telling Maiya we'll eat when we get home because she's always hungry. Or Ethan breathing in my face. Or Kiana giving me that innocent "What?!" face like she's not doing anything when I know she is. And she knows I know.

But I confess I enjoyed just 3 hours of personal time and freedom. And I confess I laughed pretty hard hearing the children run upstairs after arriving home to change out of their church clothes...and hearing Ethan let out a big,"Yes! Freedom!" as he walked by my open bedroom door into his to take off his tie, white shirt and suit. I was sad to have missed watching him wear his suit for the 2nd time since June.

It's funny to me because that's exactly how my siblings and I felt as kids returning home after church. Church was great but it felt so good to get home and change into cozy clothes to enjoy the rest of the day. Freedom.