sundays are for the sick

This is Asher.

Asher is sick.


It is Sunday.

We stay home.

He watches some Little Bear.

We play some memory.

He watches some more.

I sneak cherry almond crumble for breakfast.

And some extra coffee.

I read. (Living Into Community: Cultivating Practices That Sustain Us by Christine Pohl)

He reads. (You Wouldn’t Want to Be a Roman Soldier)

I continue my detailed (or is it obsessive?) research of this beauty of a camera.

He starts to ask when his brother and sister will be home.


And again.

The other two fly through the door.

The quiet is over.


One thought on “sundays are for the sick

  1. Awww, he gets sick a lot? What kind of sick? I was the sore throat kid for what seemed like and eternity (I’m sure it was only months) until I had tonsils removed. Not fun! 😦

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