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. Laughing. Enjoying each other without distraction. It reminded me of earlier days, before life got so full, when connection came easier because there was more space for it.
And in that quiet, intentional space, we chose to connect in a way that’s uniquely ours—a little structure, a little playfulness, and yes, a maintenance spanking or as he called it, a "JB Spanking" or "Just Because Spanking!".

For us, this spanking wasn’t punishment. It’s about grounding. Re-centering. Letting go of stress and stepping back into our dynamic with trust and openness. There’s a vulnerability in it for me, and a sense of steady leadership and care from him that always brings us closer.

And honestly, there’s laughter too. Because when you’re fully aware your teenagers could walk back in at any moment if they get bored of shopping, you can’t help but smile at the whole situation. He mentioned that he was going to spank me. And I faked pouting. He laughed and said, “You look cute when you pout!”

Still, it didn’t feel rushed. We made the time count. We were present with each other, and that made all the difference.

Afterward, we just stayed close—talking, holding each other, enjoying the quiet that still lingered in the house. That peaceful, connected feeling afterward is something I wish I could bottle up and carry into every busy day.

Eventually, the front door opened, voices filled the house again, and we stepped right back into mom and dad mode—asking about their shopping, sorting through what they brought home, shifting back into the rhythm of family life.

But underneath it all, there was something steady and warm between us.

A quiet reminder that even in the middle of everything, we can still choose each other.

Note - That evening, our whole family dressed up nicely and headed to church for the "Good Friday" service. We sat together, taking in the deeply humbling message, and shared a meaningful time of prayer. As a family, we also took Communion together, which made the evening feel especially sacred and connected.

And this Friday… was a really good one.