I love the sun. So very very much. One of my favorite things about Sundays as a kid was coming out of the cold church building and sitting in the sun heated car on the drive home. Bliss. I still absolutely love a sun-warmed car.
The last couple of weeks have been rough. Not awful, just busy. Pressure from work and school is keeping both Keith and I running. Lots of things to get done and not a lot of down time. On my way home one afternoon I had a list of things to do that evening running through my head. I had a one track mind towards the paper I needed to hash out as I walked in the apartment.
Keith met me at the door with a big grin on his face and took my backpack from me as he exclaimed "you didn't miss it!" I was confused. Didn't miss what? I had a paper to write. I was stressed and needed to be productive.
Keith led me over to the bookshelf and sat me down on the floor. "It's a sun spot!" he explained. Right then and there the stress melted away. For a few minutes as we sat there on the living room floor in our sun spot everything was right with the world. Bliss.