An email came into my inbox first thing in the morning…
it said to:
make my family’s beds
leave a paper heart with a note on each pillow
(possibly) include a little piece of chocolate (to make it feel like hotel-turn-down-service).
And so I did.
We are not a bed making family (baby making? yes. bedmaking? no).
I love making my bed. (My kids….don’t.) I like the feeling of climbing into a made up bed at the end of a long day, and melting into sheets that have been straightened.
I also like that at the end of a crazy day it reminds me that I do have some order in the midst of all this funny mayhem.
If you’re anything like me…then you know that there are some days that feel like life is a chaotic mess. Most days that mess is a happy mess…but there are days when all you look forward to is falling into bed and starting again tomorrow.
No matter which day that is…I love walking into my room at the end of it and pulling my bed quilt back and climbing between it’s smoothly made up sheets.
When my bed is made…even at the end of a long and difficult day…I feel like I accomplished something. I made my bed and, sometimes, for that day…that was enough.
My kids though…that’s another story. In order to see the cute little heart note and chocolate I put on their pillow I would need to make their beds. Otherwise they might lay their shoulder on it and tomorrow they would be covered in warm, melted chocolate.
I made up their beds, cut out some hearts from red cardstock, wrote everyone a little ‘I love you’, grabbed our bag of Dove candy, and secretly placed surprises for everyone.
It took me less than 15 minutes. It made me smile. It made them smile.
Some people came and gave me hugs when they found it.