Saturday is my favorite day of the week. I have no impending dread of the next day, and I have the entire weekend to spend as I choose. I'm so thankful for that today.
This weekend is particularly special. Not really, but I am 25 years old. 25
and 25 weeks along. My mom was 25 when she became pregnant with me, and 26 when she had me. The same as me. This week (24) has been particularly difficult for me. I wore myself a little too thin probably did too much, and I'm just exhausted. We're deciding on purchasing a house... very stressful. I'm spent over it. I can't make a decision about it-- do I want it... do I not? We're going to be broke after we buy it. I'm going to release my mind from it this weekend. They can't eat me, they can't kill me, and they can't harass me. I'm going to let it be.
I also threw a baby shower for my sister-in-law, and it was beautiful. It was a challenge, though, for me. It was so nice and we had great weather for it too. I made all the food; I decorated; I cleaned; I love it.
I will try to add more photos of the tea party table too... It stepped straight out of an Antropology magazine-- lace and tissue paper, white and light... It is totally unique.
My husband was sweet enough to help me- and I received sweet notes for the hard work that we put into it. It's nice to be appreciated.