The past two weekends were so lovely. At the risk of being cloying, I just have to share. I am so grateful.
The Saturday before last, I got the entire day off to spend with my dear friend, Seana. I haven’t kept in touch with many people from law school, but I’m so glad she and I have. To celebrate our shared birthday, we lived it up with a little European cultural tour.
We viewed some of the Dutch masters:
and of the French:
and a little Norwegian Expressionism:
because we’re edgy like that.
We took our edgy selves out for some Spanish tapas:
We dined on watermelon gazpacho, scallops, steak and salad, all of which were so delicious I couldn’t bear to stop eating and take a picture.
We topped it off with some gelato for a taste of Italy (via family dairy farmers in Pennsylvania):
Definitely worth turning 31.
The following weekend I flew to Dallas (and boy are my arms tired!! yuk yuk), to see the Romancing Reilly’s:
The last time I saw them was at their wedding, and now they have this guy:
They put me up in a well-guarded guest chamber:
They spoiled me with delicious meals:
Why yes, that is bacon-wrapped, grilled corn on the cob: Hello!
We went to Mass at the Cistercian Abbey and, let me tell you, I never have seen a better-dressed bunch of Mass-goers. The whole congregation could be a special feature for What I Wore Sunday.
My visit ended on a sweet and nostalgic note, as we pretended to be undergraduates again, enjoying the delicacies of the famous Capp Bar . . . .
then sprinting barefoot, through the rain, back to Martha’s apartment. (We were pushing a baby buggy, and I never actually attended that particular university, but still . . . .)
Despite my frolicking hither and yon, my own babies were well taken care of, thanks to this guy:
to whom, for the second year in a row, I award this coveted prized:
Thank you so much Honey!
And thank you, Mary, at Atelier, for hosting your weekend diaries link up!