Late Saturday bled into a late Sunday.
After bagels and coffee in bed I assumed we would rally to start our day of errands and to-do's. But as I cleaned up our breakfast ware, I saw the mister resume his tangled-in-the-sheets position and re-close his eyes.
Instead of nudging him along to the tasks at hand , I followed B's lead and matched his pace, which really, was no pace at all.
Choosing to succumb to the laziness not as defeat, but as surrender.
I read and read and read. I snuggled in closer to him, mainly to sniff his token scent while he wasn't looking (and thus couldn't roll his eyes and call me weird...even though I'm positive he secretly loves it). I closed my eyes and drifted in and out of a soft sleep. I thanked God for each time he rolled over and placed a hand on mine, or intertwined our legs.
We eventually crawled our way to the couch around 3pm.
We googled and planned and booked the remaining pieces of our road trip -- a camping site here, a kayak tour there.
More takeout ensued for dinner.
With the sun barely beginning to set, we crawled back into bed.
Slow down, it all whispered.
And we were happy to oblige.