A world record was set this past weekend: the fastest weekend ever! I felt like I had just come home from work on Friday evening, and then the alarm was rudely blasting bright and crazy early this Monday morning.
My favorite weekends are not packed with traveling, partying, or getting out of town. My favorite weekends are the mornings Gary and I wake up, snuggle up, ask “What do you want to do today?” and just wing it all day.
My favorite weekends are the ones that leave me sitting at work on Monday, like today, missing Gary and wishing we were still laughing at one of our silly jokes, picking on each other, and just enjoying being together.