Coziness

It has been the nicest kind of winter day. After I received the call that allowed me to change back into my black and white pajama pants, I curled into my couch corner to read. Monty joined me and watched sleepily, 9 a.m. and already worn out. Tough life he has. Now it is six and I am still cozy, still moving from couch to computer to kitchen (spaghetti and puppy chow) to couch to computer. Although it takes away from our spring break, I feel grateful for the luxury of this day off. Plodding around in pajamas at noon feels more special on a day when I don't usually get to do it, as does drinking delicious Blood Orange tea from this charming teapot Erin gave me.

I am just about done with Expecting Adam, and it's been one of those amazing books that's hard to put down. I haven't had one of these in awhile, instead being halfway through several different ones and not feeling the satisfaction of reading a last sentence, of wishing the book hadn't ended. I don't even know where to start in explaining what this book is about, but I will say it has been magical for me--- It has made me think again that there really might be angels here with us. I don't know exactly how to explain it (and neither does the woman who tells her story), but this line ---- it holds for me so much beauty and mystery: "...On the one hand, to dismiss the visitors as figments of my imagination would have been a lie. On the other hand, to say that they were real would rock my worldview to its foundation. I reread my account of my own experiences over and over, unable to live with either interpretation."

Thank God for beautiful mysteries like these---