Yesterday, at the beach, the winds whipped through the palm trees, dusted up sand and blew it through the screens into the house. Rain smattered the windows as I made tomato soup.
When the girls arrived, I tossed a salad and made grilled cheese sandwiches. We drank red wine with our child like meal and discussed adult matters.
Sex (or lack thereof)
Amidst all that serious stuff, we laughed. And when they got up to leave, I felt thankful. Not just for good friends, but for the ability to laugh at chaos.
Last night was my favorite kind of night. Good friends, good food, good wine, good conversation.
What does your favorite kind of night look like?
3 years ago