weekend.

 this was the weekend where it was cold enough to pull out the knit blanket my great-grandmother made for my dad and that he gave to me. where i went to that starbucks i like (the one with the upstairs), had a peppermint hot chocolate, and marveled at the ornaments and stationery at anthropologie. 

usually life feels like one long day of me time, which i know is something to treasure about right now, something i will look back on with wonder one day when it's not just me anymore and i have a houseful, like i see in my dreams. but sometimes i need intentional time for me. time to do and rest and think and sort through those thoughts and really consider how my mind is, how my heart is, how i feel about it all. and that's what this weekend was. it felt rejuvenating in the way weekends were meant to be.