We partook in a backyard Mexican feast on Friday at Christine's, complete with some impromptu family band action, our four collective girlies gleefully sprinting throughout the sprinklers, and some (really) stellar margaritas. There was a leisurely adult night (the girlies had a sleepover with the grandparents) that featured our friend Tim's genius pull pork sandwiches on Saturday. We brunched with our friends Tracy and Van on Sunday before embarking on more kiddo splash fun and bar-b-que on Sunday. And we capped-off the three day food fest last night by digging into that spread above with Janet and fam + lovely cousin Erin and boyfriend Ben.
It was three days-o-lovely, festive moments. And yet, for most of the weekend I was feeling decidedly off-kilter. I was wonky, not quite right, morose even. I'm not sure what to attribute my bluesy state to, so I'm just going to go with the "it is what it is" explanation. I'm just going to lean into the blues.I'm embracing it; I'm not afraid.
Maybe I need another burger?