It’s been a pretty quiet Saturday around here.
And it’s been amazing.
It started with a solo trip to the farmer’s market. The man was tired, so he opted to stay home with the girls (enabling me to take my new cruiser out for a ride). I picked up some gorgeous carrots, turnips and garlic scapes (crisp and lovely on salads).
Then I checked out Eleanor, an adorable boutique clothing shop that I’ve been itching to try.
One shirt later (and a promise to myself to lay off shopping for awhile), I made it back home. We spent some time as a family outside in the park throwing the ball for Nola and giving the little one some time in the (shaded) sun.
I was just about to clean the floors when I heard some distressing cries and conversation outside. Turns out some teenagers were having some relationship drama–he took off on his skateboard, she cried out after him. He tried to scoop her up in his arms, she resisted. I’m not sure if it ended with him in the car with her when she drove off, but I hope it all ended well. I can still hear his desperate “I LOVE YOU’s” shouted across the street.
It got me thinking about my relationship with my guy. Granted we’ve been through our share of dramatic exits and plenty of tears (mostly mine), but I’m so thankful we’ve made it to the other side of that. We’ve been married over 5 years and I couldn’t be happier to have him in my life.
Particularly with this little bundle in tow.