love... and love well.

This morning, we woke up and realized it was Memorial weekend. I guess our brains have been focused elsewhere and have left little time to think about the holiday. I turned over to face Rick. We decided we were going to make this our weekend to love, experience, and dream. About that time, Emery woke up.  We could hear her reading books in her room across the hall. We smiled. There always seems to be something magical about a day when nothing is planned.

I made breakfast, turned on a movie, then we gathered around the table. Emery was excited about her cheesy scrambled eggs. There is a satisfied fulfillment when my toddler appreciates my cooking. Then, Emery and I went to put on our swimsuits while Rick was busy creating in his studio.

Days like these are my favorite, the ones I will appreciate when the years of our youth are mere memories.

Let this be a weekend that you love... and love well.

photo taken by Candi Coffman Photography