There really isn’t much more to add to that title, except that it seems that weekends just keep getting sweeter and sweeter as the days go by. This past weekend, we had been planning to go out of town but I canceled at the last minute just because I was feeling a little overwhelmed by life. So, we stayed home. I’m glad we did, because while it would have been fun to get away, but there’s so much preparation and strategy involved.
We stayed close to home, instead, and visited the Irvine Spectrum. They have a ferris wheel and a train that we’ve been meaning to ride. We also visited the splash pad, and having our own kid was great, because we didn’t look like a couple of creepsters.
After a meal at Ruby’s Diner… holding his tummy.
The next day, I spent some time out in our back yard cleaning up my plants, getting rid of some of the pots that have rotted from sun exposure, rescuing and repotting some plants, trimming back others, pulling weeds (who knew that potted plants get weeds, too). Sometimes I just have to stand there, turn around a few times, walk to that corner, walk back to the middle, and wait for a vision to come together in my head. Or as my former boss used to simply say, “I’m thinking.”
After I figured out what I wanted to do, then I let my little helper come out and assist me. I was worried that he would come out and rip up all the plants, or start digging the dirt out of the pot, but all he wanted to do was swing the fairy, play with the pinwheels and clang the “Cat Crossing” sign on the ground so I would say, “YIKES!” and he would laugh. Oh, this sweet child of ours. I am constantly blessed by his sweet, laughing spirit.
Thank you, God, for this sweet blessing.