This weekend my son caught a ball ten times in a row. (Doesn't matter that I threw it gently from a close distance, it's a big deal.)
This weekend I got a facial. The first one in many years. I had a coupon, too -- double score.
This weekend I met up with a friend, someone I haven't seen in years, for tea. Just us -- our husbands stayed at home with kids.
The sun shined, but not too hot.
My husband called me beautiful. (I slip him magic pills that make him believe I am still 29.)
I went for a jog, and felt good enough to tackle the bleachers stairs afterward too.
If you had a hard weekend, don't hate me: That is what I choose to remember from this weekend. I leave the rest behind.
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So happy for you!
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