The wonder and perfectness that was this past weekend actually started on Thursday.
Chas and I had a special celebratory dinner at Sea Salt to honor my last day of class. Last day of class and having taught for the whole school year, being pregnant basically the entire time.
Sea Salt's margherita pizza and tiramisu is money. in. the bank.
On Friday night, we went to see my sister-in-law's capstone film be screened at Sundance.
And then there was pizza for a late-night dinner.
Chas and I were amazingly productive on Saturday.
We did the laundry, changed the bed sheets (kinda a big deal), did the dishes, scrubbed the bathroom, went to Costco for the first time together and bought the humble beginnings of our food storage, and planted a vegetable garden.
We were feeling pretty dang self-sufficient and pretty dang accomplished by the end of the day.
We've also started to refer to ourselves as "gardeners."
I don't think either of us remember a Saturday where we felt that happy and just all-around good about life in general.
Funny how good old fashioned work and productivity will do that to ya.
Sunday evening was spent at my parent's house with my family.
Breakfast for dinner and some rousing games of badmitten in the backyard.
With a family of five girlie girls, any kind of sports activity involves mainly screaming laughter and absolutely no regard for rules or score-keeping.
Just the way we like it.