Last night we were lying on the couch watching a new show and I couldn’t help but feel so full from the last few days.
Physically full, yes, because I think I ate more this past week than I have in my entire life, but also full of love and gratitude. PJ was lying in my lap as I ran my fingers through his hair over and over again, feeling his thick, soft curls glide past my hands and it was so still, so quiet, besides the sound of the TV, and I just felt so content.
This past week with Thanksgiving, a more or less second Thanksgiving the next night, and then Matt and Beau’s wedding on Saturday, we were constantly surrounded by wonderful people and incredible food, two of my favorite things in the world. I can’t remember if I have ever felt the way I have this weekend. Matt and Beau had people from all over come here to our little corner of Tennessee and it was so neat to see so many unique and bold and lovely people in an area that isn’t known for any of those adjectives on a regular basis. What a treat it was to experience it all first hand.
After all the hustle and bustle of the last few days, I was grateful it was just me and my guy ending the weekend on the couch before passing out from exhaustion an hour or so later.
It’s Monday morning now and the house is quiet and slowly waking up. I will be taking the boys to school in a bit and getting back to reality this week, so it feels good to squeeze this time in first thing in the morning before the chaos of the day begins.
I hope you had a good weekend, too, friends.
