A Weekend Done Right
We headed to Palm Springs for a wedding this weekend and I never wanted it to end.
It was just one of those trips where you really got to relax and recharge. To laugh hysterically one minute and sit silently with your thoughts the next. To drink tequila at noon and eat pizza at midnight and laugh some more.
I feel so incredibly lucky that I met a great group of girlfriends in my late 20s that I feel I have known forever. To have a husband who gets voted “best moves on the dance floor” at every wedding we go to. To have parents who will stay home with my littles while we go and pretend to be kids again for a few days.
Sometimes being a kid again is just what you need to do for a few days.
Today, we’re back to the grown up grind.
Working, juggling a kid who has a stomach flu, adding up budgets and to-dos for the new house, coordinating summer camp schedules, washing sheets.
But we are taking it all on with a little more energy.
A fun memory or two tucked in the back of our minds. Of tequila at noon and pizza at midnight. Of laughter on the dance floor and moments of silence stolen in the sun. Of a few recharging days filled to the brim with relaxation.
Of being a kid again. And never wanting it to end.
And that’s the sign of a weekend done right.
Happy Monday. xx