The day before a long weekend always is a busy one.

Everyone rushing, frantic to get in to see me before I’m gone, as though it was a month instead of an extra day away.

I’ve never understood this desperation, probably because I’m awful at even making appointments for a haircut, but I anticipated it.

And somehow, we all made it through a busy, buzzy day.

I finished my paperwork with just enough time to pick up two of the kids from karate, then home for supper, and a movie snuggle night with my family.

It may have only been Bob the Builder and not a cinematic masterpiece, but they loved it.

As I watched them watch the movie, as I felt their warmth snuggle in, my heart burst with little bubbles of joy.

The day may have been as overwhelming as a tidal wave crashing on the shore,

but tonight,

the slow warmth of my family is as soothing as a day spent lounging on the beach.