Monday morning? Already? I guess that means it’s time to look back at the weekend that was.

Friday was raining and not a day suitable for outdoor activities so we headed to Dick Blick in Providence. I needed some art supplies for a new online drawing course I am taking and oooh boy, going to that store was awesome. We combined that shopping trip with an excursion to Swan Point Cemetery. Dale has been wanting to go there for ages to see a couple of Civil War graves. I was just there for the turkeys. Heh.

We headed back our way and met up with my cousin Len and my cousin Lynn for dinner. Lynn had been traveling up this way for work and I haven’t seen her in probably 45ish years. It was so awesome to catch up and get to know each other again. I’m grateful to Len for pulling this together and expanding my family circle yet again.

Saturday was a beautiful sunny day. We started it with fabulous blueberry scones with lemon glaze that were delivered by Sean. And then Dale worked on some projects around here while I read and puttered around. The humidity was up a bit so I spent much of the afternoon inside.

We did some grocery shopping and stopped at a favorite farm stand for our first local corn of the season. We attempted an evening on the deck but were thwarted by showers so we came inside, enjoyed corn for dinner, music, Mexican train, and dancing in the kitchen.

Sunday was another gorgeous day and the humidity was way down so we were outside much more. Breakfast on the deck, a little more reading, and then we headed out for a drive in the Mustang. I told Dale I wanted to see water and he said, well then, we’ll just head East and we’ll hit it eventually.

We got home just in time for cocktail hour! Caprese with local mozzarella and tomatoes and our own basil was perfect. Dale’s dad wandered over with his friend Bill and joined us for a bit.

The evening ended with pizza on the picnic table with Dale’s dad, Jack and our friends Bill and his dad, Charlie. It was impromptu and fun and a great way to enjoy the close of the weekend.

How was your weekend?

I’m enjoying a slow reentry from vacation, chilling at home and reading, hanging out with Dale and some friends, and preparing for a quiet 4th of July since Dale will be working with the band for most of the day.

Hope you all are well and have some fun stuff planned for tomorrow. Happy Birthday, America!

20 years ago today I married the perfect guy for me. That is not to say that he is perfect because no one is, but I mean it wholeheartedly when I say that Dale is perfect for me.

How is he perfect for me? I’m about to tell you.

He’s perfect for me because he loves me all the time. He loves me when I’m happy and excited but he loves me equally when I’m cranky and tired. He loves me when things are going perfectly and he loves me when everything is falling apart. In fact, I’d venture to say that I feel his love most keenly when things are difficult. I mean, it’s easy to be romantic and sweet when it’s smooth sailing but to still be romantic and sweet, to still feel and express profound love when things are at their worst is really what it’s all about.

He’s perfect for me because he makes me laugh. If you know Dale personally – and a bunch of you do – you probably also know that his jokes are corny and often really dumb. It’s not those jokes that I’m talking about when I say he makes me laugh – although I do have a few favorites that do indeed make me laugh. It’s the other stuff, the goofy faces and voices, the quips and comments, the stories he tells, that make me laugh. And – equally important – he makes me laugh at myself. He has this ability to take a really tense or difficult moment and turn it around for me and make it funny. Or at least not so serious.

He’s perfect for me because he works hard. I tease him because he’s slow and he wanders from project to project but the reality is that he gets up early every morning and goes and drives that school bus. He comes home in the middle of the day and he does chores like laundry and home repairs. He paints and wallpapers and mows the lawn and shovels the snow and brings in firewood and cleans the bathroom and changes the cat litter. He takes my car for the annual inspection sticker and he brings in the mail and he empties the dishwasher. He is always doing something to make our home a better place, to make my life easier, and I appreciate his hard work so so much. And, perhaps best of all, he never ever complains.

He’s perfect for me because he’s a wonderful father and grandfather. He’s generous and kind and smart. He’s handsome and he has long hair and he’s just a little bit of a rebel.

Finally, he’s perfect for me because he sings. He sings when he’s doing the chores and he sings when he comes in the door. He sings when he drives the car, he sings in my ear when we dance, he sings all the time. And it’s beautiful and fun and it fills my heart with joy.

And maybe that’s the bottom line of this whole relationship we have – he fills my heart with joy. He makes me a better person than I am. He rocks my world every single day and I can’t imagine my life without him because he is perfect for me.

Happy 20th Anniversary, Dale. Thanks for being perfect for me. I hope I’m perfect for you, too.