Full

This weekend was full.

It was one of those weekends where your baby sister comes home from college and tries on your red jumpsuit and then makes you question why you ever had a red jumpsuit.  One of those weekends where you end up at a junior high dance show and cheering for the coolest teacher as he proves to everyone that his hips don't lie and then you find yourself hanging out with an old friend that makes you wonder why it has been so long since the last time you did.  It was one of those weekends where you feel like you have so much going on, yet somehow manage to get a whole truckload of stuff out of your house and onto a donation truck as well as vacuum, dust, sweep the porch, clean the bathroom and kitchen and do 3 loads of laundry.  One of those weekends with two birthday parties, including a 4-year-old gymnastics party that makes you want to jump on a trampoline for hours until you realize your back hurts because you're not 4 years old anymore.  It was that one weekend where your parents celebrate 34 years of marriage and all they can do is talk about how much fun it has been (thank you, Jesus, for those two!).  It was one of those weekends where you stay up way too late every night and eat a lot of good food.  One of those weekends that you get to see some friends that you really, really wish lived closer because you feel like they just get you.  It was one of those weekends where you finally lay in bed on Sunday evening and all you can think about is how grateful you are to be doing life with the man that was chosen for you.

It was a good weekend and my heart is full.