It was a delicious weekend.
Literally. Ryan made zucchini pizza that I could have consumed consecutively for days. Lucky me, I got it twice.
We had a morning of nail painting. I painted 80 nails, total, with very specific opinions of which colors and the patterns to be used.
Then we took the first swim of the season! Don't you adore seasons? It means that the cotton/linen season is upon which ushers in flowing summer dresses. I've been going through my collection of trim and getting creative vibes and whisperings of use me! from them. I also just rummaged through my buttons again, which of course always gets the sewing excitement-o-meter rapidly rising. Plus, I get to open my sewing studio windows. Where was I...oh, our weekend.
We braved the chilly water.
We meaning the baby dills.
Oh, no. Ryan and I sat on the sidelines with our jolly green giant bag of library books and each other.
That's one of my favorite times to chat with him, as we laugh about the funny things the kids said or how our life goals are coming along.
Swimmingly, by the way. We've been blessed. Six times over.
Drummer is sleeping much better at night, and that is a very exciting thing in my book of milestones. It's a page, or rather an entire chapter of my returning to normalcy novel.
Things are bright,
and life is good, and don't you think I'm taking any of it for granted. I am blessed far above what I deserve. It's like when I hold my glass for Ryan to pour me beverage and then pull it away when that's all I want, but he keeps pouring. He loves it when I do that, by the way. The blessings just pour.
And, in other news,
I'm growing wings. Or rather a wing. Hey, I'm half way there.
What's your favorite facet of season's switch?