Have love, will travel.
Thank you, last weekend, for deciding to be delicious and sunny. Thank you for taking M and me to the West side of PVD for drinks at the dark little bar that always evokes intriguing conversation and encourages a close proximity and makes me feel like we’re on a first date. Thank you for working your magic on the wait list at North and bringing us bok choy and crispy sweet potato goodness in such a timely manner (by North standards, that is). You gave us raw bar refill pondering and hipster gawking and secret smacky kisses. How did you know that’s exactly what we needed?
Thank you, last weekend, for bringing us back to the West Side for White Electric greens and Spring-tinted teas. Thank you for taking us to Armory Park to debate the superiority of pita bread versus its baked chip counterpart while watching a 10-year-old boy being pulled on a skateboard by his fat English bulldog. Thank you for ice buckets and afternoon naps, for family dinner, big brothers in bibs and little girls in glasses. Thank you, sweet weekend, for sending swans my way and for flaky french pastries on warm Monday mornings. Thank you for hand holding and optimism and 70 whole degrees. Thank you for the well-timed playlists and the blooming trees and thank you, dear weekend, for making me smile midweek.