Today it rained again (this has been a wonderfully rainy Spring in Utah), so I seized another opportunity to stay home all day. Aside from taking care of the girls, I took a couple hours for the piano and another couple hours to nap. We’ll just call this day a recovery day. I had never heard of recovery days until I met Abe, but now I can’t live without (lots of) them.*
Here are some pictures from FHE. We finished our little helping hands project, but then the link explaining where we send the hands disappeared from the church website. I guess we’ll just post the girls’ hands on the fridge.
*Upon rereading this post, I realized it might sound like I never took a recovery day before meeting Abe. Actually, I have had entire segments of my past life that looked a lot like scores of “recovery days” strung together, but I just didn’t know what to call my laziness. I have Abe to thank for my current terminology.