I know recovering from surgery isn’t glamorous, but I confess I’ve grown tired of feeling like a wreck in my husband’s rolled up sweatpants and my Kentucky emblazoned sweatshirt. My swelling and pain has started to diminish so for the first time I put on a pair of comfortable leggings and my favorite chambray shirt. Changing into something you love makes all the difference (that and a very hot shower). I wouldn’t mind wearing the outfit above around the house either.
Tonight I’m putting on my best face to sit up for our church’s Christmas Eve service, which I’m excited about even though it won’t be too comfy. And I’ve been looking forward to worshiping at home and exchanging gifts with David so much that I feel I may explode. He’s worked what seems like non-stop between the store and coming home to take care of me and I mostly see him at meals and bedtime. An entire day to rest and celebrate with him sounds incredible. Hymns, prayer, cinnamon rolls, hot tea, and Home Alone 2, yes please.