My Weekend in Brief

Hey, A.

I'm pooped, but I'm really enjoying this wine and want to write before I call it a night. (And maybe have another glass of this wine.)

W and I had a great time this weekend. We did some of our standard weekend things (restaurants, shopping, and well, okay, that too...) but we also tried a new place (to which we would go back) and relaxed by the pool so it was a really enjoyable mix of the usual and new/seasonal that was just different enough to feel like a birthday celebration. (Speaking of birthdays, while I was enjoying my birthday steak, thanks to you, my favorite servers gave me a gift certificate to Barnes and Noble! How sweet is that?!) So anyway, now I am happy, but spent, yet putting off going to sleep, probably in a subconscious effort to prolong the weekend.

I loved the pictures of JJ (who couldn't look any more like you, btw: Whoa), stories about the dance, and in general reading about your weekend. I especially loved that you had a My Life Rocks moment. You deserved one, and were in need of one...and I've been feeling the same way, too. How could I not?...

I mean, really. I know I wrote a tongue-in-cheek piece about my blessings, but I am sincere. Here I am, writing to you, sipping a really nice white wine at the end of a great weekend with the love of my life. I have a dozen roses on my table, around which stand several birthday cards from my parents, the kids, and great friends like you. Tomorrow I will go to work for one of 17 more days and will perhaps sit by the pool after the day is done.

But before I get to tomorrow, I need to call it a day. It is time to make my way to that empty bed with a pillow that smells like W's cologne.

My life rocks.

xo, Barb