Rain pelting against the glass. Leaves stuck to the pavement. Melancholy feelings would be effortless to arouse. Yet, there is a warmth in my heart that supercedes circumstances. Hello, gratitude, my old friend.
A hug from a friend whose life just changed for the better. A beautiful new baby in your arms. A wedding ceremony of someone you adore who spent 25 years finding her way back to the man she would rightly marry. A gorgeous starry night outside a Frank Lloyd Wright house. An open bar. A dress that feels flattering. An accompanying sweater that feels warm. The smell of burning wood. Eight hours of uninterrupted rest. Waking up to the sound of the Lake Michigan waves crashing up against the rocks on the shoreline. Free breakfast. A slow, meandering drive along the lakefront. Fall colors that take your breath away. An apple orchard. A silly picture that makes you belly laugh. A clean house, fresh sheets and a stocked fridge. Two cats peacefully napping at your side. A delicious dinner prepped for a sister you never get tired of. A week ahead you are actually looking forward to.
Some weekends you just really get it right.