We went to Washington DC this weekend for a birthday party, a family reunion of sorts, for sight seeing.
We drank wine non-stop all weekend. And by non-stop, I need you to understand I mean that literally.
We walked around the monuments and took pictures with our phones like tourists do.
And I might have posted one on facebook of Rylan, for which I promptly learned photos without prior consent is a HUGE no-no.
He taught the lesson without raising his voice. Almost scarier. Not going to lie.
And we …
We danced until the bar closed down.
We got sunburned.
We stayed in a hotel in Old Town that provided us with PeterThomasRoth products, for which I horded and brought home. Probably never to be used.
We ate great food. Like at Chipotle. (If you had any idea how I love that place, you’d be happy for me instead of judging me. I cannot help it! Pathetically addicted.)
And I decided maybe I don’t want to paint the cabinets white, but instead, add marble to the counter tops in our kitchen to achieve a rustic, french, casual but chic look.
You have no idea how many people I had to elbow to get this shot.
(Or not. I’m polite people.)
And somewhere along the way, I whacked my bangs off with some scissors while sitting on the floor of the hotel.
Which reminds me I need to make a hair appointment…
Mount Vernon is in the background. This is Steve. Our official tour guide for the weekend. I think this picture was quite late in the night, as I’m sure you can tell…!
I think my favorite part of the weekend was right after this picture was taken, Ry and I wandered off to the edge of the property and sat on a stone wall, feet dangling over the side as we drank a bottle of wine. We walked about us, about the kids, about our families in general, about friends. About life. And it was one of those nights where you are more you than you have been in awhile. When you recognize what is important and good and you count them up and thank God. Just because.
We left on a jet plane and are now back to reality.
Which, just happens to be slightly better than when we left.