Despite last weekend being quite the exceptional one, this weekend was the sort of weekend where I beg myself: “Please, please, please remember it.”
It wasn’t even one of those action-packed weekends, where we did magical things. It was just a reminder of how effortless our family life is.
It involved toys all over the floor. And I still haven’t hoovered. And I’m sure I forgot to do something special. But it was the kind of weekend I imagined my family would have when I was a teenager, dreaming about ‘Him’ and what my life might be like.
I always wanted this.
I wanted to live a simple life where we are just happy.
I don’t need ships, or thousands of pounds, or shopping sprees, I really just need two men and two cats.
That’s all there is to it.
Saturday couldn’t make its mind up. It didn’t know whether to let the sun shine, or let the rain pour down. So it did both.
We made the most of the first part. I’m a sucker for sunshine after all.
Mark went to watch the match, as he tends to every other weekend. And Bill and I pottered around the garden. I hung washing. I took a deep breath of that clean scent of home as I did so. It’s such a comfort for me. And Bill too, as he always likes to run through the bed sheets hung on the line.
After lunch, and after Mark left, we headed to our favourite café – The Cinnamon Bear. We had cake and hot chocolate, as the rain poured on and off. And I chatted to my little boy who looked adorable sipping his drink, pinky finger out to the side as he did, and trying his best to use a fork with his cake.
Those big blue eyes. I forgive you for getting cake crumbs in my Diet Coke. “Just a little bit of your drink Mama, please?”
Our tea was incredible. But more on that in another post.
Sunday was perfect.
A toddler who had been reading up on how to be a Saint.
It was glorious.
We started with breakfast and cuddles on top of a pile of pillows, under the blanket, with our three best friends – Teddy, Dale Duck and Marty.
I was hungry to snap my baby boy this weekend. I love every inch of his face. His sweet little nose. His big blue eyes, and that floppy blonde hair.
I rummaged around the kitchen and made us a lunch of ciabatta with roasted pepper and butternut squash paté, pea shoots and pancetta.
It went down well.
It always does with those two.
Then, after I’d mowed both lawns, and Mark had gone for a run, we realised it was much warmer than the weatherman told us it would be.
We set up camp outside and didn’t budge for hours.
We blew up Bill’s new ‘pad-pool’ as he likes to call it. It’s much bigger than the one we’ve had for the last two years, and he fell in love. It took us a lot of lungs to get it inflated, and it will stay that way until Summer ends (never again – we almost passed out), but he had so much fun.
His happiness rubbed off on us and we couldn’t stop smiling and laughing along with him.
Isn’t he lovely?
Mark nipped to the tip and got some petrol. while I got comfy in his hoody, and found a sunny spot as the sun slowly went down. It was lovely and I felt so dozy and content.
I made us a lovely Spring meal of honey-mustard pork chops and a light potato salad for tea. It was really good, if I do say so myself.
While Bill caught up on cartoons, Mark and I sat in the garden and had one of those talks where I think we fell in love with each other all over again. I know you probably want to be sick, but it was just that sort of conversation where I realised that he is the one person who truly understands me. We aren’t just a couple, he is my best, best friend. He’s a brilliant person and when he talks I find myself soaking up every drop of his mind, because I never want to forget and I never want to miss a word. I love him so much.
I’m done, I’m done. You can put the sick bucket down now.
We ended the day on a no-bake cheesecake (let me know if you want a recipe) and now I’m here, sat next to Mark, a sleeping toddler upstairs and trying my best to save all of this in the memory card in my head.
But if it fails, it’s all here, waiting for me.
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