A Good Day

It has been beautiful here lately. Even the second half of February was nice, which was a delightful surprise. Yesterday it was 9 degrees (Celsius), and we had a wonderful day. We started the day by trying a new bakery. As seems to be the case with the little places we love around here, there were no empty tables. So, we took our lemon blueberry scone, our orange chocolate scone, our hot chocolate (for Jon), and our latte (for me) and drove around a neighborhood we love. We ended up finding a place to sit outside that overlooked the river. There is something so good about breakfast outside, when the air is warm and the snow is starting to melt.

That afternoon, we took a walk in the river valley. It was a day that just wouldn't allow us to be inside--when we got home from our walk, we sat on the front step and talked and watched the cars go by. Maybe I've become a pessimist, but I am not holding out hope that winter is gone and spring is here to stay--I suppose I've been disappointed too many times! But I am soaking in every minute of warm weather that we get, trying to live in the moment, no matter what may come tomorrow.

Last night, we got Laurel to bed and pondered how we should spend our evening. Jon was generous enough to indulge me in a few rounds of Boggle. Then we did what most young people do on a Saturday night...we broke open a jigsaw puzzle, poured ourselves some root beer (because it doesn't have caffeine and wouldn't keep us up), got out the pretzels, and it was a party! Seriously. If this is our idea of fun in our mid-thirties, think of how crazy we'll be when we're 60!