Things just didn’t go as planned.
Every spring my amazing sister-in-law takes all five of my children for a long weekend so my husband Jan and I can get away.
One week-end.
I look forward to it all year.
I check hotels, research restaurants, and make plans for it all year.To say it is the highlight of my spring is an understatement.
But this year – I got sick.
The kids left on Wednesday and I went to the couch – down for the count, exhausted with no voice, a deep racking cough, and achy all over.
I was still there on Thursday.
And Friday.
And Saturday.
Instead of a gorgeous hotel room with my wonderful husband – I got my couch surrounded by empty tea cups and dirty Kleenex.
Instead of wandering around old antique stores and specialty shops – I watched hours of Little House on the Prairie and cooking shows.
Instead of eating out at different restaurants every meal – I limped to the kitchen and heated more chicken noodle soup.
Disappointment is too mild of a word.
And as if that wasn’t enough – on Friday night it started to snow. Not just light flurries – but heavy snow. Seven inches of heavy snow.
Even if I felt good – we still couldn’t get out until somebody went out to shovel.
Talk about salt in an open wound.
I cried – but that just made my nose run more.
Heavy sigh.
Can I have a “do-over”?
The sun did come out today and I got off the couch long enough today to ride with Jan to pick up the kids. He even took me out to me eat. 
And he promised me another weekend away – when I felt better – maybe in August for our 20th anniversary (surely it wouldn’t snow then – would it?!)
So as we come to the end of this rather disappointing weekend, I’m exhausted from my foray into the real world. I’m back on the couch with a cup of hot tea.
But this time the tears are gone and I’m busy planning my big anniversary weekend- sometime in August.
Life is looking up again.
Proverbs 13:12 “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life…”