i'm about to head out for dinner at a friend's house. she's an amazing, inspiring, ambitious (sometimes over-achieving) mama and i so enjoy our conversations. we've been meaning to get together for a while, but our work and family schedules leave little free time, which seldom overlaps.
but oddly, i feel as if someone has been watching over me and mitigating my loneliness this week while matt and max are away. (aside: i usually attribute such orchestration to the ghost of my great-grandmother, an irishwoman who read tea leaves. i never knew her, but i also believe that she helps me find parking spots.)
this week, many friends have called me out to play, and out i have gone. between wardrobe consultations, tea, swimming, conversation, wine, ice cream, long walks, and home-cooked meals, i've had a wonderful week catching up with friends. and i can't think of a better way to spend the last night before my boys return, than sharing another family meal.
the rest of you can squirrel away the information that when invited to bring a dessert, i take the assignment seriously.