A Really Good Friday
A Really Good Friday There’s something almost sacred about stolen time in a busy house. As a mom, those moments don’t come around often anymore—especially with two high school daughters whose schedules seem just as full as ours. But this Friday felt different from the start. I had the day off from teaching, and hubby had taken Good Friday off too. That alone felt like a gift—both of us home, no rushing, no alarms, no obligations pulling us in different directions. So when the opportunity presented itself, we leaned all the way in. At noon, with a little bit of planning (and yes, a little bit of bribery), we handed the girls some cash and sent them off to grab lunch and do a bit of shopping for us. They were thrilled—freedom and spending money will do that—and just like that, the house went quiet. Two whole hours. It felt like a reset button. We didn’t rush into anything. We started the way we always should, but don’t always get to—just sitting together, talking. Really talking. Laughin...