Weekends are for making memories. Slow mornings, second cups of coffee, extra snuggling, knitting, adventures and spontaneity, gathering with church family to worship, taking long naps, then throwing everything in the car and driving up into the mountains for an impromptu cookout and campfire with friends. Watching children running through the long grass, because kids need wide open spaces, and turns out, so do I. Sharing a burger with the littlest, eating french fries cooked right in the fire. Watching the sunset bathe the landscape in rose gold, fade to gray, then seeing the stars come out. Pointing out Venus, Mars, and the milky way to the children. These are the things weekends are made of (sometimes) and I hope you have a good one!
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