This weekend started on Thursday evening, went straight through to Sunday, and was jam-packed with so many things it was crazy. But a good kind of crazy, know what I mean?
There was a birthday.
And the mixing of soil, and planting of seeds.
There was not one, but two shows and can I just say that it's got to be one of the best things ever to spend your fortieth birthday with family all together, watching your son perform.
Friday evening's show was out of town and the usual be-there-hours-before-for-a-sound-check had me wandering the streets of Guelph and wouldn't you know it – there was a yarn shop only two blocks away! Oh, how serendipitous!
Emory had a friend over for a slumber party and there was a lot of talk about horses,
she began her new theory classes at the stables (to complete her riding levels),
Jeff plugged away on the bathroom that's under renovation in hopes that it will be done soon (two adults, two teenagers, and one working bathroom are not ideal I tell you),
rock climbing (the kids climbed, I watched),
and I even managed to carve out a tiny bit of time for a wool blanket, a hot water bottle at my feet, some knitting, and a new book (I only got through the first two chapters but oh my goodness, I was crying and laughing and nodding my head in agreement)
Whew. What a weekend! Certainly not the laid back, restful kind that I'm used to but a wonderful one, full to the brim of goodness, all the same.
(joining in with Amanda)