The nap.

Darrell and Thomas often take naps.

I'm not a napper, though I'd like to be. My husband can nap. I really envy him the ability to not only identify when he is in need of a few extra winks, but that he can actually lay down and fall asleep in the middle of a Sunday afternoon.
Last Sunday he did just that - so I decided to get outside and rake the back yard. I finished up and felt tired so I thought I would join hubby in a nap.  Of course, I am not allowed to lay down any time unless that cat is allowed to join me. So there I was, Thomas curled up next to me and Darrell's sleepy, steady breath softly blowing my hair across my forehead. I started to be distracted by all the reasons why I couldn't or shouldn't take a nap; the laundry I could be doing, the dinner I still needed to fix, the letters I should write, and the fact that I simply was not comfortable.
Needless to say I didn't fall asleep ~ but I did make sure to savor the moment ~ to appreciate my husband's breathing and my cat's purring and how lucky I am to have them both!