If You Had Been Here
If you had been with me this weekend . . .
You would have had a sucky ass run on Friday morning. You would have been discouraged that the intervals that had been so easy on Wednesday instead on Friday each felt like a marathon. You would have chalked it up to experience and decided that today’s run will be better.
If you had been with me this weekend . . .
You would have celebrated your friend Anne’s birthday. You would have had wine and pizza and chocolate cake.
On the way home from the party you would have found an injured deer by the side of the road. You would have gotten very upset and cried about her plight and you would have sat in the car while your husband and a police officer tried to find her and help her. You would have wondered for a long time afterwards whether she survived or not.
If you had been with me this weekend . . .
You would have gone to the Kaffe Stuga at the First Lutheran Church with your girlfriends, Anne, Jo-Ann and Sharon. You would have taught your friends all about Swedish food and you would have bought a few Christmas presents along with some Swedish rye bread and cardamom bread and meatballs. You would have enjoyed a wonderful lunch complete with open faced medwurst sandwiches and tea sandwiches and Swedish desserts. You would have eaten too much and reveled in knowing that being Swedish at Christmas time is a wonderful thing to be.
If you had been with me this weekend . . .
You would have relaxed in your new den Saturday night. You would have listened to music with your husband and your daughter and you would have cheerfully argued about your favorite Beatles song. You would have introduced your daughter to Prairie Home Companion radio and explained Swedish jokes to her. You would have eaten pheasant that your husband had provided.
If you had been with me this weekend . . .
You would have gotten up Sunday morning and written a blog post about the day ahead of you. You would have made breakfast with the eggs that your friend Sharon brought you. And you would have had toasted Swedish limpa bread with your eggs.
You would have gone for a drive to one of your favorite summer spots. You would not have gotten out of the car at the beach because . . . wind. But you would have enjoyed the scenery and the very large woodpeckers. And the company.
You would have come home and had bourbon and snacks and watched Homeland by the fire.
You would have watched the Pats completely trounce the Colts. And you would have stayed up too late.
If you had been with me this weekend . . .
You would have had a very good time.
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what a delightful spin on the weekend post! my mom is half-swedish and I definitely can relate to the deliciousness of swedish holiday food.
(but I’m still worrying about the deer)
Wonderful. The deer story hurts, though.
Your post makes my heart sing (except for the part about the deer, which just tears me up)! What a wonderful weekend — and a wonderful perspective. XO
I was trying to pick out my favorite part of your weekend but almost every single thing was good. I think pizza, wine, and chocolate cake is the winner of dinner!
If I’d have been with you it would have been great! Except for the deer part. 🙁 Wonderful post!
I’m so happy to be one of those friends that could be there. thank you dear friend
I’m so glad I was with you for two of those wonderful things, glad I was not with you to encounter the poor little deer, and wishing we could have watched the Patriots game with you – but those 8:30 games are ~killer~ (at least it had a great outcome)! A delightful weekend all around.
What a great weekend!!! Filled with so many fun things. That Swedish Christmas fair sounds awesome.
This is such a delightful post. Thank you so much for taking me with you, at least in my imagination.
Haha….I got totally worm out reading about your weekend! sounds like you had a great one. I can’t think of anything better than spending time with close friends and beloved family. So nice to have Hannah close for a little longer. My son went away for college and stayed away for 8-1/2 years. It was torture. Now he lives 3 miles away and I am in heaven.
I would have loved to be with you this weekend, and we could have comforted each other over the deer episode. I’m so sorry you had to go through something so traumatic. But, your weekend sounds amazing and fun, full of food, family and friends!
Sounds like a perfect weekend, other than the wounded deer. I would have been sick with worry too. 🙁
Ken and I love listening to the Prairie Home Companion show on NPR.
Beautifully written post.
Either you would fit in here or I would fit in there…I’m Norwegian and my MIL was Swedish…I recognized most of the Swedish foods you talked about. Yummy! There is a recipe for cardamom rolls that I should make again…it’s been years. It was my MIL’s recipe…
Sounds like a fine weekend!
Fun tagging along (except for the deer part) (and substituting my favorite football team for yours, but with similar trouncing)!
Ja, sure, ya betcha! Sounds like a great weekend except for the injured deer. I wouldn’t have had the energy to keep up with your weekend! Smile
I loved this post and sharing your weekend. It made me think about my own and how much I had enjoyed it.