I told Dale yesterday that we’re in a rut. Our days are predictable. Our weekends are routine. The pictures I take show the same things over and over. And yet, when I look back at the photos I took this weekend . . . I feel like it’s a pretty lovely rut. I mean, what would I change?
Would I want to not have had Friday afternoon with Jack? Especially when it was an afternoon where he napped on me for over 2 hours? Nope.
Would I have skipped Friday Night Snacks and my favorite way to wind down after a hectic week of work and meetings and commitments? Nah.
Would I want to have not taken Patrick and his girlfriend out to dinner Saturday night to celebrate their birthdays? Would I not have wanted to go to our favorite local restaurant and had fabulous seared tuna? Of course not.
Would I not have wanted Sunday to be a full day of clutter clearing and to not have celebrated the mild(ish) temps by having drinks and snacks on the deck for the first time this year? Clearly, no.
I guess, even if the photos are predictable and the things we do are ordinary, they are pretty awesome and I’m grateful for the moments we have.
What did you do this weekend?