Memorial Day usually marks the first real official day of summer and it's usually scorching hot and pushing 100 degrees by the end of May. Today however, was cool and stormy. Waves of rain and thunder came in all day long while I stayed home and washed tiny boy shorts and towels and underwear.
While Jacob napped I managed to clean our bathroom and bring some order into our chaotic closet, where my plethora of blouses and scarves has come to be somewhat convicting because do I really "need" all of those clothes?
Over the weekend, I found out that my blog-friend Faith was in San Antonio for the weekend. And thanks to the wonders of Instagram and the internets we got to meet up. And to her delight, she didn't end up "in a ditch" like her husband feared she would. We had a wonderful blate (blog-date) together and it felt like meeting up for dinner and a movie on a Sunday night was something we always did together. I took her to my favorite Mexican restaurant for queso and margaritas, we did a bit of shopping and caught a chick-flick together. Even though Sunday was the first time we had met in person, it was like we could pick up in the middle of a conversation we were already having thanks to the blogosphere. She was just as fabulous and beautiful in person as she is on her blog and I was so excited that life and circumstance allowed our paths to cross for a brief Sunday evening.
I can't believe we're in the last of May already. Time flies faster every year I think. And I don't know about you, but I don't want to waste a minute of it.