This weekend was one of the great weekends. Our daughters were home.
Saturday was a busy day. The weather was gorgeous, so we spent it doing all sorts of fun fall events. In the morning, we walked the dog on the bike trail. Then we headed to the nearby farm and jumped on a hayride, tried out the pumpkin slingshot, and walked around to see the pigs, goats, and chickens. After that, we headed to our favorite “Drive In” for lunch! The late afternoon was spent carving the pumpkin and decorating the house. Then we dressed up (the girls were witches and I was Igor from Young Frankenstein) and went to a local event at our historical society. We came home and watched Harry Potter. I don’t know if a day gets any better than this one, but then came Sunday.
Sunday was a completely different kind of day. The rain was coming down hard from the time we woke up until the time we went to bed. We decided to make it a quiet, at home kind of day. We made a big breakfast of pumpkin muffins, eggs, and bacon. Then we settled in to read the paper. The girls worked on projects that have been sitting around the house for years. It was quiet, and everything seemed to move slowly. No one had to do anything or go anywhere. I made a batch of pea soup and grilled up some cheese sandwiches. We read some more. We talked. We just spent time together.
There is nothing better than spending time with family. It makes me feel whole again.