A weekend back to normalcy of sorts. I think we’ve turned a corner, permanently (though I might eat my words) on winter and suddenly life feels lighter. Mark had a weekend off too, and his first day off in 5 weeks. He spent some of Saturday at a party with friends and we all cheered because that seems to be a rare thing these days. Life can’t be all about work, it just can’t. I spent some time with old friends too this past week and it just confirmed a million times over that relationships are what’s important.
We were in the burbs the rest of the weekend, doing all the things we do when we spend a weekend at my parents’ house: eating at Shake Shack, shopping at Target, Trader Joes, and Fairway, but this time piling our carts with little regard to sticking to a budget. It was just that kind of weekend. The shelves upon shelves of Easter candy and Easter-related holiday items made the girls giddy in anticipation of the candy hunt. They’re pretty mum about whether or not they still believe in the Easter bunny, but I know that they know it’s me who hides the candy. Mark thinks they just like to go along with the fantasy and pretend that the bunny is real. Good, I say. There’s too many external forces these days rushing our kids to grow up too fast. We can’t let go of the magic of childhood so easily. Maybe in a way, they sense it too.