As a young adult, I had these romanticized notions of what being married with kids looked like. Everyone was carefree and you were swapping backyard cook-outs with couple friends and all marching off to church on Sunday morning dressed like you stepped out of a catalogue. I realized, even before I got married, it doesn’t often look like that. But a girl can still dream.
And so……..this was my perfect weekend. I came to work this morning tired but sublimely happy. Friday night, one of my favorite working mommas hosted us at her house for a cook out/swim get-together. Her two young children played with ours and our husbands prepped fajitas and we evaluated replacement tiles for her family room. This may sound mundane if you’re 20 and loving single life, but for this married working mom, it was bliss.
As if I could even take more, the weekend just got better. All five of us lazed around the house on Saturday morning before running errands. Then we hosted a few people at our house for a cook out. A dear friend of mine is back in the States so we had another family over to celebrate with swimming and hot dogs (and my Pinterest-worthy mushroom feta chicken burgers).
Sunday morning we did indeed get all cleaned up and head off for Sunday morning church, errands, and then……took the increasingly rare Sunday afternoon nap. Plus I got to sneak in an upscale girls dinner that night with a precious girlfriend of mine while Bray handled the bedtime routine. Ahhhhh……
I had a two part series I was going to debut today, but instead I wanted to preserve this perfect weekend in my memory. And since my memory is somewhat lagging, I’m recording it here for posterity. I wish I had pictured but we were all having too much fun to even reach for a camera. Everyone got along. We saw lots of my favorite people. We got together with other families with young kids. We slept. We ate. We loved on each other. What an absolute wonderful way to kick off the summer.
I love weekends like that!