I am never ready for a weekend to be over, but this one was extra difficult to say good-bye to. Last week was so busy, hectic, and crazy that my husband and I kept commenting to each other that we couldn’t wait for the weekend, and when it finally got here, we decided to enjoy it to the hilt.
Saturday morning we slept in a bit, even though we had a lot to do. It was just nice to be together, snuggled up, cozy, peaceful. We spent the rest of the morning and all afternoon in the yard together, mowing and trimming and cleaning up. It was a beautiful day, perfect to be outside. We got a lot done, then went inside for much-needed showers before heading out to date-night dinner.
I had just gotten a new dress and hadn’t had a chance to wear it yet. I had considered returning it, because I thought it was a bit too long. (When you are barely over 5 feet tall, pretty much everything is too long). But when I tried it on, my husband told me, “Your butt looks really good in that dress”, so I decided to keep it. Who wouldn’t?
I wore the dress to dinner, and my husband joked that he felt underdressed next to me. I typically relax in jeans and t-shirts on weekends, so wearing a dress was a change for me. It was nice. My husband told me I looked pretty, and I felt like we were celebrating something. I was happy just to be with him.
After dinner, we were standing near the entrance of the restaurant, putting our leftover boxes into a bag, when my husband said, “Well, hey! Turn around.”
I glanced over my shoulder to the restaurant door but didn’t see anyone. My husband laughed and said “The other way”, so I turned the other way and was surprised to see my older stepdaughter standing behind us, smiling.
She hugged us and told us about a trip she recently took with her senior class, and we joked around and just chatted until her table was ready. It was cool to run into her out of the blue like that. She was happy to see her dad, and he was definitely happy to see her. She is most certainly Daddy’s girl, and watching the two of them together is beautiful.
It was chilly on Sunday morning, and I joked with my husband that he is my favorite blanket. It was plenty warm, wrapped up in his arms, his hands gently stroking my skin. We contemplated staying in bed most of the day, but I don’t suppose my cat was going to serve us breakfast in bed, so eventually, we reluctantly got up.
The day went by so quickly. My husband said, “How come the better the weekend is, the faster it goes by?”
Back at work today, against my will, and mentally, I am not really at my office at all. All I am thinking about is when to escape to head back home!
Sweat & Sparkle 