a weekend.

 this was the weekend where it was cold enough again to pull out the knit
blanket my great-grandmother made for my dad and that he gave to me. where
 i went to that starbucks i like (the one with the upstairs) and had a peppermint
 hot chocolate (in a red holiday cup). and marveled at the ornaments and

 stationery at anthropologie. 

usually life feels like one long day of me time, which i know is something
 to treasure about right now, something i will look back on with wonder one day
when it's not just me anymore and i have a house full, like i see in my dreams. but
 sometimes i need intentional time for me. time to do and rest and think and sort
through those thoughts and really consider how my mind is, how my heart is,
how i feel about it all. and that's what this weekend was. it felt rejuvenating
in the way weekends were meant to be.