Monday morning juice-date!
This past (long) weekend was full of so much magic and if we’re being honest, a little doubt. Meeting old friends, ridiculous long drives full of laughter, getting lost, being unsure if I was welcome, waking up and reading in the sun, spoonfuls of peanut butter (everywhere/always including in my hair), feeling so at-peace watching a sunset thunderstorm roll in with him in the hot tub, red wine lamb roast, opening up and making a new (good) friend, indoor swimming, feeling comfortable in my own skin, kisses, kisses, on more kisses, a stiff body, outdoor yoga, fields of blueberries, setting up a wedding, beautiful outdoor lanterns in the trees overlooking the lake, a dinner on a boat under the stars, deep sleep, waking up to coffee and kisses (the best), jet skiing, realizing how much better everything is when you’re healthy and strong, mini cucumbers and kombucha, sock buns and braids, crying as the bride walked down the dock/aisle barefoot to Sigur Ros, the groom’s red wine, salted caramel ice cream with fresh homemade raspberry pie, more doubt, so much dancing, SURPRISE housecleaning is here wakeup, gluten free waffles, another ridiculous long drive full of laughter, extreme exhaustion, the delight of seeing my kombucha flourish, one hot evening back with D, Zach and Miri Make a Porno, and an 8:30 bedtime.
If I could do it again, all I would do differently is look up more at the stars and walk through more vineyards. Oh and hide from wherever D and I caught this cold.