A weekend for saying goodbye to familiar places.
Our favorite Japanese restaurant, where Brienne has been eating since she was five days old - her first outing. Ok, she didn't eat the food there when she was five days old but she did nurse!
A little stop at the toy store. Where (the now eight year old) Brienne left her doll and now we need to schedule a trip back to the city to retrieve her (the doll, not Brienne).
A weekend for processing (with many tissues and tears) the plans, dreams, hopes, and fears of making this major change in our family life.
A weekend for saying goodbye to friends. When it seems like we've just said hello.
A weekend for flip flops and flowers. Flowers blooming everywhere! On the trees and in the gardens. The kids and I are reminded of this quote from our current read aloud, Miracles on Maple Hill:
If she stopped in the middle of all the thousands of things growing in every direction, she got what she called the 'push-feeling.' Everything was pushing up into the sun, trying to grow taller and bigger...
Ah Spring. I feel it pushing. Or maybe that's just the intensity of my life right now.
A weekend for Mother's Day. Cards, bouquets, meals, and a manicure. A day without a schedule. A day for me.
A weekend for magnolias. Gorgeous pink blossoms in the bright spring air. Breathtaking.
A weekend for holding hands with my loves. Trusting that this all-consuming work, this push, going on externally and internally will bear fruit.
Mothering, moving, remembering, accepting, pushing, growing, trusting, and loving.
A weekend for all of it.