So, I don’t know if I told you or not, but I’m moving. Again. One thing is for sure, I’ve got this packing thing down pat. I may not do it as quickly as I have in the past (packing, people, packing!), it’s getting there, and the big move should forge ahead on schedule. Luckily, as it turns out, my fall on Friday was ultimately more embarrassing than damaging, so there was something to be joyful about this weekend after all. By Sunday morning, I was back to my self. And, my wrists and hands are now a pretty shade of purple-y blue, so there’s that. Free body art!
My weekend joys (I’ll list more than three since I’ve got two days to account for):
- A kick-ass play list sent to me by my daughter which directly influenced Joy #3
- Dancing while surrounded by dogs and boxes
- Moscato D’Asti wine
- Coming face-to-face yet again with the fact that my son is an amazing human being
- Hearing the smile-y lilt return to my mother’s voice after being absent for so long
What brought you joy over the weekend?