photo by hermitsmoores on Flickr
These getaways always end too soon. If it wasn’t for the ache in my heart missing my three favorite people I could have easily spent one more day.
It was the perfect girls weekend in the city. Kel lives in a great neighborhood, the kind where you step out the door and find endless options of cute boutiques and trendy cafes. On Saturday, after sleeping like a baby and waking at 9:45, we spent hours strolling Southport Avenue popping in and out of shops. The weather cooperated long enough to enjoy lunch alfresco at a sidewalk cafe.
Then back home to relax on the couch watching the DVR log and enjoying sweet treats while Lainey napped and the rain settled in for the remainder of the weekend. We eventually ventured out to gather groceries for dinner. My contribution was a sorry batch of artichokes. Lesson learned: don’t buy artichokes unless they squeak. I forgot about that little detail, although Tim was very gracious pretending they weren’t tough after nearly an hour of steaming and ignoring their deep olive color. Fortunately Kel’s halibut turned out flawless.
On Sunday morning Dena drove in and joined us for brunch. Kel has a knack for finding quintessential hidden brunch spots and The Flower Flat did not disappoint. Lots of laughter over coffee and eggs with two friends I’ve known since I was 18, sporting a spiral perm and nervously setting foot in our freshmen dorm more than 2,000 miles from home. The ones who’ve known me through all kinds of chapters. I didn’t want the check to arrive. (And sad to have forgotten my camera.)
photo via The Flower Flat Facebook page
With a late afternoon flight I had time to squeeze in a short training run after brunch. Although the lake was close by, I couldn’t resist the brownstones and tree lined streets.
And now a shot of the weekend sunshine. Miss Lainey was such a little cupcake. At two months she has those chubby legs my kids never developed so I couldn’t help giving them a few good squeezes. And it was so cute to see Tim and Kel as new parents. They have nothing short of a bazillion nicknames for her.