Weekend Word

It seems so often on a Friday night I can look ahead to the weekend and find a word or twelve to describe the coming days.


Laundry.


Cleaning.


Napping.


This weekend the only word I see is CONNECTION.


I took a few minutes after work today and used a Christmas gift card on a decaf, skim Campfire Mocha with Milk Chocolate and sat in silence savoring each sip, using those moments to reconnect with myself after what had been a really long week at work.


I'm looking forward to dinner tonight and some family time. Dance party? Wii games? Whatever it is, it will be a time of connection that has been missing in the last few weeks.


I sent an e-mail a few minutes ago that hopefully means I'll have a coffee date tomorrow with two women I adore and haven't seen since August while our children get a chance to run and play together.


J has a fellowship breakfast in the morning, giving him more of a chance to connect with the men of our congregation.


Tomorrow afternoon I get to have lunch with some of my favorite and very first internet/blogging friends. Anyone who tells me that you can't find real connection on the world wide web has never met these women.


We've got a doggy visitor tomorrow night, in taking care of my sister's dog so she and her husband can have one last night out during what could prove to be their last weekend without a child. Surely they will appreciate the time together, and so will the dogs!


Sunday morning I'm looking forward to listening to sermon number 2 in a series about families. My husband is preaching, so I am sure I will connect with what I am hearing in a meaningful way.


Sunday afternoon finds my boys connecting with their great aunt and uncle at a water park in Wisconsin. They are so blessed to have people who work to maintain the connection in their life.


I'm hoping that I can have just a few minutes this Saturday to reconnect with my sewing machine and get a quilt bound, crossing a goal for January off of my list.


Sunday evening a member of our congregation who happens to be a chef is cooking dinner for all of our Pastor's and their wives. I'm excited (and a little terrified) to sit down and connect more fully with J's partners in ministry.


And finally, I am so looking forward to Sunday evening after dinner, alone with my husband. No kids to put to bed. No kids to put in bed again after they need a hug. No kids to put to bed again after they need a glass of water. No kids to put to bed again after they can't remember if they said "I love you and goodnight!" A chance to have real conversation and connect with my husband.


Connection. What a great word. Infinitely better than laundry.


What word describes your weekend?