Ten years ago I yearned for sunshine.
I had been on bedrest for a week, moving only from my bed to the couch each morning and back again each night. My hubby, who had enjoyed his first weekend of bedrest away at a bachelor party, had been smacked in the face with what it meant to have his wife incapacitated. I wasn't a good cook, but I had been responsible for most of the household chores - grocery shopping, cooking, and laundry among the top three. All of these crashed onto his plate instantaneously. His frustration coupled with my boredom and frustration were making things pretty un-fun in the house.
Sometime in the week after I posted this note on Facebook, he told me he wanted to go to Atlantic City with his friends. "I just need to get out of this house," he said.
I looked at him incredulously.
"I JUST WANT TO GO TO THE MAILBOX!" I yelled. I had asked my doctor the day before if that would be ok. She told me no.
So today I didn't hesitate when I had the chance to walk outside for a bit. I've spent enough time for a decade of looking longingly at the sunshine outside.