My bed, made by my daughter.
My bed, made by my son.
I hope this weekend is like last weekend. Because last weekend...
...my son and my daughter took turns making my bed in the morning.
...the sun shone and we ate outside.
...we sat on our new chairs and watched the trees grow right before our eyes.
...Leonard staked his claim on one of the chairs and we all realized at once that we should have bought five chairs, of course.
...we picked flowers, visited the library, wrote book reports and funny speeches.
...I worked for hours in the sun on my needle point and my knitting.
...my son surprised me with breakfast in bed, made and served by him and he wrote us all little love notes with tokens inside, just because.
...Andy was home for three whole days.
...we talked and played and sat and did the whole lot of nothing I have been dreaming about.
Hope you all have the loveliest of weekends!