I want an everlasting summer weekend. Can someone please make that happen for me? You’d think that weekends wouldn’t matter much in these parts because (a) Meeker goes to work every blessed day of the week and (b) I go to work none of the days of the week. But for some reason – it matters and weekends are highly anticipated and thoroughly enjoyed.
This one happened to be our five year wedding anniversary, so we celebrated with some brunch on Saturday morning (I had a giant cinnamon roll and forty-six cups of coffee), went to the farmer’s market, ate some peaches, Meeker taught Adrienne how to do a back-bend like an Olympic gymnast, I (sort of) taught Adrienne to count to ten (one, two, five, elmo, nine), we pulled a gazillion cucumbers out of the garden, ate at least three heads of kale, and just loved the heck out of life.