My wife and I have a rare 3-day weekend off together, and we’re going away to a little, out-of-the-way beach town to rest and recharge. Our schedules are such that while we have some days off together here and there, for the most part we’re ships passing in the night, sharing only our mornings and evenings. It wears on us, on our relationship, so every moment we can, we take the opportunity to have these special getaways.
These special family moments become even more important as our world goes to hell in a handbasket. Even if we don’t have broadcast or cable TV, we are nevertheless bombarded with all the terrible news of the world. Add to that the stress of our jobs as nurses, in which we hold patients’ lives in our hands, where we are witnesses to human suffering, where we give of ourselves to help others make it through. It takes it out of you, to put it mildly.
So off to our little getaway we go, to sleep in as late as our daughter lets us, to lounge about near the pool or the beach, to play with my daughter in the sand, to try some new food places, to hold my wife’s hand while we watch the sunset over the water, to rest, to recharge. There’ll be time to worry about the state of the world after the weekend is over. Right now it’s time to enjoy my loved ones.