Summer is coming, and it's beautiful.
[One of my favorite photos, which I took in November of 2011 in Richmond and used originally in this post (another favorite).]
I thought about how simple, good communication is worth its weight in gold, and I thought about the nights that you will cry about bathroom rugs or furniture, or maybe go to bed angry but hold hands anyway because you love each other even when one of you is being an asshole, and the promise that's there even when the passion maybe won't be.
And it's this--navigating the hard stuff and making it through not-so-glamorous times--that actually feels more magical to me than a bouquet of peach roses with baby's breath poking out, or mason jars wrapped in lace.
My mom and I spent Friday night and Saturday morning next door, watching over Reese the Australian Shepherd and Nana. It was a relaxing change of pace, and I even left my computer at my house and forced myself to unplug for a little while. On Saturday afternoon, my mom and I ventured to a Goodwill where we bought cool plates and I found some vintage dresses, and then we grabbed lunch before heading back home again. I had dinner and drinks with three of my friends, came home a little late, slept in on Sunday morning, and spent the afternoon by myself with books and candles and some recipe-writing.
Sunday was a little lonely at first, but it's nothing that a chat with Rob and a bubble bath can't fix.
So far, so good.
How was your weekend?