December 6, 2011
Saturday morning was spent at a crafting brunch. It was clearly my first time to something such as this. These girls were serious about crafts. And brunch. Oh the quiche and coffee cake and peppermint mocha's! Everything was delightful, from the cozy home to the lovely company. Later I would get my hair done where I would have an alarming conversation about the state of parenting when combined with home schooling and making jam. Motherhood sounds frightening. Next I cleaned my room, much to my husband's pleasure, and then we farted around the house while intermittently complimenting one another on the other's awesomeness. Farting around is a term Brad defines as: to bum about, to be lazy, to putter, to do stuff. It also means that he literally farted around the house. And then we decorated for Christmas. At first I got a little sad, I'm still not sure why that happened. Maybe something about a year going by? But I came out of it when I found the garland.
Sunday. Sleeping in til 10 is better than a Meg Ryan movie. I drank cinnamon coffee and read in bed under the magical lighting of my new twinkle light headboard. We watched the Packer game and Brad squealed like a man when he would check his fantasy football scores. Occasionally we would walk back to the kitchen and grab another handful of chocolate covered almonds. We never opened the blinds as to ignore the sunshine which threatened to ruin our cozy winter wonderland. We finally left our house at 4:30 to go to church. Like vampires we emerged into the sun.
Lately I savor every moment of the weekend. I wouldn't trade anything for the slow mornings, drinking coffee and making each other laugh on our uncomfortable Ikea couch. It is what I do best.