sundays are always nap days. they have been as long as i can remember. church, lunch, nap, popcorn and milkshake dinner, movie, bed. that is they way i always remember sundays
as things changed nap time never did. sunday afternoon is nap time.
and now that i am old an married, it is my favorite time of the week.
after lunch, i know the moment is coming when my husband and i can walk to our bed, crawl under the covers, and i can fall asleep with his arm around me. we aren't sleeping because we have to, we aren't so tired we might die, we just want to be. we just want to be with each other. and sunday nap time is my favorite time. i like falling asleep feeling his breath on my neck, in the safety of his arms. i like feeling his heart beat, listening to it like a tiny drum inside his chest. i love that we can just be. we hold each other, and drift off to dreams, and we find rest and peace and strength and love in that couple of hours. and it is my favorite time of the week.
i wake up a little groggy, a slight ache in my head, but still i feel refreshed, new, revived. like that time just laying in my husbands arms is all i need to carry me through the next week. like that place, like that time, can heal all the past weeks hurts, and worries, and prepare me to take on the next. because i know that he is there, always there. and sunday naps make that real to me, somehow. i am safe and loved and cared for. someone cares about my hopes and dreams, someone cares about my worries and fears. someone wants to hold me, in the middle of the afternoon, on a sunday when there is so much we could and should be doing, someone just wants to lay and be with me. and sunday nap time is my favorite time of the week.
sunday is our day, to sit in our sweats, and take a nap, and connect, or reconnect, or just be. we talk, and dream, and catch up, and we laugh, and sometimes cry and fight... but mostly we just are. and i wouldn't want it any other way. sundays are my favorite day, a day for matthew and i.
and then there is a rare day when our day is too busy, or one of us has plans, and our sunday isn't what it usually is, my day does not hold the same hope and fulfillment it usually does. and i go to sleep in my husbands arms, but i feel like there is a hole in my chest, like my week never came to an end, like i have to face the next week without dealing with the week past, like i missed out on my husband, and seeing his heart, and feeling his heart, and hearing his heart next to mine. and as i fall asleep i shed a quiet tear, and i pray that next sunday we have that time, we have our day, that we can connect like we usually do. because you see, sunday nap time is my favorite time of the week.
"Now, blessings light on him that first invented sleep! It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. It is the current coin that purchases all the pleasures of the world cheap, and the balance that sets the king and the shepherd, the fool and the wise man, even."
Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote, 1605