We are feeling quite giddy post-wedding. Last Saturday I let out woot woots of happiness throughout the day, joyful at not having anything wedding-related to attend to: No deep cleaning of the house, nothing to purchase, no outdoor yard sprucing to be done. We could bask in the fact that everything wedding related went smoothly, and all had a great time at Patrick and Sam’s big wedding party! The newlyweds enjoyed three days honeymooning at Disneyland in LA (the bride is a huge Disney fan), and they will soon be getting down to the arduous task of writing 200+ thank you notes! I was amazed at the lovely, generous gifts they received.
Yesterday was a good day at my preschool. Nobody wet their pants, only two of our three-year-olds would not nap, and only twice did a child lay prostrate on the ground, kicking and screaming. And happy, happy news: I have off work today and tomorrow due to parent-teacher conferences. I love my job, but I also love time at home. I tried to tone down my gleefulness in front of my lead teacher, who was facing 13 one-on-one meetings with parents during the next few days. But how lovely today to meet my BFF Gail for lunch at The Farm at South Mountain instead of my typical 15-minute lunch while our students are at recess. Gail and I have been lunching in this verdant pecan grove in South Phoenix for 20 years. We ate our yummy sandwiches, then walked the grounds, exploring their vegetable gardens, the chicken coops and the cute gift shop, all the while catching up on our lives.
Later it felt like a treat to have alone time at home to multi-task. Our daughter was away attending class at ASU and Hubby was at work, so I was a total spaz doing housework/checking Facebook/googling summer travel plans/finishing the novel Lord of the Flies/petting cats on the couch.
As sunset approached, I looked for a friend to walk with, but I ended up walking alone north through our neighborhood to the horse properties. I smiled at the children having soccer practice in the park. I breathed in the scent of the pines and the horses and pots of flowers as I walked our Tempe streets. Best of all, I heard the hoo-hooing of our owl as I returned home, and saw two Gila woodpeckers on the tall pines in the park.
Life is good.