Maybe not at 2 AM, since that’s a bit early for me, but this is going to be a date morning for us this weekend. We already bought everything to make pancakes together, and I’ve been looking forward to it ever since.
I’m about 10 minutes away from shutting down my work laptop and escaping to my car to finally head home to start our weekend. It’s been a busy but productive week, and I am so ready for a much-needed break…and morning pancakes and dancing!
Right up there with Halloween, the 4th of July is one of my very favorite holidays. I’m looking forward to some time off, fireworks, spending time with my husband, and just enjoying what the next few days bring us!
Is it just me, or has this week been roughly 400 million years long? I’ve been swamped at work and am more than ready for the weekend.
It’s going to be a scorcher here, pushing 100 degrees. Yuck! I hate summer. Except for some necessary yard work, I plan to hibernate in the air conditioning until the temperature can be considerably more considerate.
I keep glancing at the clock and tapping my foot impatiently, waiting for the moment I head home to start the weekend. I feel like I’ve barely seen my husband this week, so I am looking forward to our date night and just relaxing and spending time with him, without the interruptions of the work week. Just him, me…and some lovely air conditioning!
Saturdays, most of the year, are dedicated to yard work. Both my husband and I enjoy plants and gardening, so we actually look forward to it (most of the time, anyway), and we chat during the week about what we would like to get done this weekend.
This past Saturday morning, though, we woke up to rain that promised to stick around for a while. We have a lot of yard work to do, thanks to windy storms passing through and making a mess, but I was secretly glad that we were rained out. I was ready for play time.
Out of the blue that afternoon, my husband asked me if I felt like going for a drive. We decided to head to a town about 90 minutes away for a late lunch/early dinner. As we were getting ready to leave, my husband hesitated and asked, “Is this silly? We’re driving an hour and a half to eat.”
I laughed and told him let’s just go for it. I figured we could find something else to do there to make the drive worthwhile.
Dinner was really good. We joked around and relaxed and just enjoyed ourselves. After we ate, we looked up what else is in the area, and we ended up making a few stops for shopping, picking up a few things that caught our eye, wandering wherever we felt like going next.
On the drive home, we saw a gorgeous sunset, brilliant red and deep pink streaked across darkened clouds. I took a few pictures from the truck to add to my collection of sunrise and sunset photos.
We had to make up for it by spending some time in the yard on Sunday, when the rain cleared, but I am still glad we spontaneously decided to head out and take a mini adventure. It was a lot of fun. My husband said that spending days like that with me means a lot to him, and I agree. It doesn’t sound like much to most people, I suppose, but days like that are the world to me.
Sweat & Sparkle 