What a Sunday it is. To feel pampered when I am broken, to get breakfast in bed (eggs, hash browns, pancakes, and orange juice to be exact), followed by a delicious cup of coffee. A pair of hands tucking me under blankets and pillows because I am bed-ridden for a few days. Medicine delivered on time after every few hours; light music to sooth my hurting head. A few books by the bedside to give me company for when I want to engage in some literature, and feed my fantasies. A few kisses on the cheeks and fingers caressing my hair from time to time. Warm, delicious hot chocolate in the afternoon. The newspaper read and discussed. Long distance phone calls on and off throughout the day. An Al Pacino movie in the evening. A slice of cheesecake for the lady to sum it all up. The feeling of the warmest, coziest bed at night. Sleepy little me.

Sometimes you break a leg, and the next thing you know, you are being spoiled. Sometimes, you need to break a leg in order to realize what you are blessed with, and how much you are really loved. We quickly lose sight of that. A sudden break from your daily life allows you to take a look at it in a whole new light. It forces you to think about what's really essential and what's completely useless. It summons your courage and that of your friends. I think once in a while, it's important to break a leg or an arm, or sprain an ankle, or bruise your head. But it's important to break something in order to heal, and to get some perspective on life, and love, and God.

I hope you had a wonderful weekend, too.