Today was an awesome day. I had the privilege of hanging out with my family at the Royal Ontario Museum in Toronto, Ontario. We recognized we had not ‘hung out’ as a family for quite some time so we took the day just to explore something we have never been to. A few moments ago I told my wife Lori that today was a great day, it was a day of ‘rest.’ Her response was, ‘Really, to me it was a tiring day, what do you mean by a day of rest?”
It was true, it had been a very tiring day of driving two hours with Toronto traffic, walking through four floors of incredible exhibits, finding out where everyone wandered off too before we moved on to the next exhibit together. Walking a lot of flights of stairs, dodging yelling kids in strollers bored out of their minds. Driving another two hours home with several stops along he way, and by the time 5pm rolled around, I had already walked 15,874 steps. (that is a lot). Yes, I was tired too.
So why was it a day of rest for me? For me, I was able to take my attention off of my work responsibilities. I was able to put out of my mind all the house projects that have piled up. I didn’t have to think about what I had to do the rest of this week, or month or the pending events coming up for the rest of the year. My mind was able to rest. I was able to focus all my attention on my family and love them each individually. It was fun just hanging out, and not having something else running in the back ground of my mind. I saw another glimpse into my family that made me love them even more.