You know how once or twice a year, you have a near-perfect, heartwarming weekend?
When the weather is just great, and for the first time in your life you keep having this feeling that you're on vacation even though you're at home?
When an up until then unassuming tree in your front yard becomes a show stopper overnight and reveal itself, for a few absolutely glorious days, to be the most beautiful pink blossoming crabapple tree on the street?
When your son learns to ride a bike without the training wheels on?
When the house suddenly starts to feel more settled, when you finally begin to
see it all come together?
When you kiss your kids on the forehead and they smell like the sun and fresh air?
When (like probably half of the people here), you have lobster for dinner?
When your family showers you with love for Mother's Day?
When you go for a run and everything smells like lilacs?
Yeah, that one.
Monday, May 14, 2012
That weekend
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Labels: gardening, homeliness, musing, weather
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3 comment(s):
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Ditto - <3
A third <3.
And OMG everyone eating lobster.
And well done, LP!
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