This was, perhaps, one of the most deeply satisfying weekends I’ve had all year. Nothing flashy or important happened, it was just deeply peaceful and joyous. We basked in the calm, cloudy, cozy hours… the perfect little hibernation before the Thanksgiving and Christmas whirlwind.
It started with a Saturday morning stroll in our backyard, appreciating the freshly watered roses and trying to get a “just right” picture of the morning light glinting through the droplets.
While putting the last few addresses on our wedding thank-yous, our dog Joni -who had, until Saturday, been completely clueless about how to “play” with toys (we adopted her from the pound last year as a 2 year old)- invented a hilarious and rowdy game of tackle and pounce soccer/hockey. It ended with her on her back, holding the tennis ball between her front paws and kicking wildly with her back legs. It was simultaneously pure magic and the weirdest thing I’ve seen her do to date.
Saturday concluded with a little backyard BBQ with a few friends… Carne asada and Apples to Apples by bonfire light. AND, the cutest little bundle of squirmy wonder. Look at those cheeks!! I die.
Sunday flew by: church, a coffee date with Jon, a startlingly spiritual yoga class, “deep-cleaning” the office (well, Jon did that. I grocery shopped… they even out, right?).
We closed the weekend with a dinner of chicken soup over perfectly slurpy-chewy noodles with a side of sourdough for sopping, and two episodes of Parks and Rec. Warm, happy, silly and peaceful. Batteries= recharged.