Sometimes you need to see through someone else’s eyes…
Last Friday, Crystal and I got away for a night to the Embassy Suites in East Peoria. In order for this to not be a case of child abandonment, our friend Lisa stayed the night to make sure that they’d be cared for.
We saw her the next day, and she gushed about the experience. She loved being with the kids, and she loved our bedroom. She said that it was like being at a spa.
This is not the description I would have applied to our bedroom. It’s…you know…there…I guess. And, yes, it was cleaned before we left. Crystal and Arianna worked together to make sure that the clutter was removed and the bathroom was cleaned and clean sheets were on the bed and all that.
But a spa?
But, you know, Lisa’s description reinforced the sense that Crystal and I already had, that we need to give more attention to making our room a haven of peace and quiet at home. Because, yeah, a spa at home? That sounds wonderful. I’d love to have that sort of experience on a regular basis.
And, apparently, I can.
So, right now, I’m typing in the quiet of our room. It’s clean, well-lit, and peaceful. Crystal has an iPad app playing sounds of wind chimes and running water.
It’s like being at a spa.
Sometimes you need to see through someone else’s eyes to understand the beauty of what’s right in front of you.