Time it was,
and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence,
a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be,
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories,
they’re all that’s left you…
Yeah, the melancholia, post-holiday, give me sugar, let’s-bust-out-of-my-jeans-blues hit me today at work. So I took the pity party for a walk around the block after lunch and felt better.
For me, it’s a combination of the change in seasons, the time re-setting to regular time, and sudden dips in temperature. (Don’t get me started on how STOOPID daylight savings time is… Every year it is such an adjustment!) Add to that the return of routine instead of special events, and the sudden onset of “do lists”… yeah. It got to me.
So instead of a pity party, I’m practicing gratefulness. I have a lot to be thankful for. It really was a great weekend!
Having The Johnnie home. Hanging with Reedy Girl. Talking with Bearded Brewer. Playing in the kitchen. Not really worrying about the laundry, the dishes, or raking, or CPE. What got done, got done. It was time to be… Just chilling with the fam, baking, laughing, telling stories and enjoying time together. Watching a couple of chick flicks. Giggling at the cats’ antics. Leisurely mornings in our PJs with books, coffee and the paper. Having a houseful at Thanksgiving (church family). Leading worship on Sunday.
These all made the weekend wonderful. And far too short.
So here’s a photo tour of our lovelies… the memories… and the blessings of the weekend. I really am grateful.