our (emotional) weekend

 

 

We started the weekend right by heading east for a shopping trip!  I spent a fortune on new maternity clothes, two pair of Stride Rite shoes for my kiddo, several h & m goodies, and of course a super sub lunch for the two of us.  Patrick was the perfect shopping date.  The only thing that pissed me off was when Patrick would say "hi" to every single stranger and they wouldn't say "hi" back!  A few people about got tripped by this Momma Bear.

 

We also played on the swingset a lot.  I have my swing and Patrick has his.  We swing together for 60 seconds and then we move on to the next activity.  That's how my kid words, in 60-second intervals.

Patrick discovered the well water spout in our yard and wouldn't leave it alone until I turned it on. 

He then decided to fill up the watering can, run to the clothes line, dump it, then run back.  It was hilarious.  By the way, do you have a clothes line?  There is nothing more therapeutic than hanging clothes up.  I don't know what it is, but it makes me feel like life is simple and life is beautiful.  As Patrick was running and laughing with his watering can, I actually started to cry.  I realize I'm extra emotional right now but it was the most perfect moment I have ever shared with him. 

Our new "watering hole."  Seriously, it's the perfect hot weather activity that requires zero energy input by me.  I love those kind.

It's nothing short of a miracle that I have blooming flowers in my yard.  We've only had the landscaping for a few summers, but each year I get about one bloom for one day and it's over.  As soon as I get close to flowers they die.  So I'm pretty stoked that even my irises have been in full bloom ever since our downpour of rain a few nights ago (irises love water - that's the only thing I remember our landscape designer telling me).

Aaaaaaaand we had high school graduation for my school!  Now that I teach high school I get to wear a robe and a "hood" (not pictured - I couldn't figure that SOB out).  It was pretty symbolic because ten years ago I was wearing a robe at my own graduation.  There was a part during the Mass where the students bring a rose to their parents and I cried again.  Gosh almighty.  Tears, tears.  Happy tears.

It was such a lovely weekend - only one more week of school and I get to spend all my hours having  lovely weekends (and weekdays!)