Date Night

When The Aspiring Professor confided that he would be working on his thesis all weekend, my in-laws took pity on me and invited the kids out for half the weekend. The result? Last night, we grabbed some supplies from Terra Burgers and a well-loved quilt, and had a date night al fresco at the Arboretum.

Lying on our backs, we saw this:

Window shopping afterward, we saw these at Janie and Jack:

And I was totally jonesing for a pair, imagining how priceless they'd look on Caroline's feet. Maybe Eliza's too. And hey, while I'm dreaming, why not a pair of these for me?

While we're at it, how about some flying pigs?

But this morning I woke up to a fragment of a hymn wandering through my brain:

"Christ is my Sabbath and new moon,

My morning and my day

My age and my eternity

That ne'er shall pass away."

I lay under the covers for a decadent amount of time, listening to the breezes sighing through the leaves of the huge ash tree outside our bedroom window, offering gusts of September air that felt just as an early fall morning should after an unusually brutal summer. Clear, gentle morning sun stole in to light the pages of my book.

Cute cowboy boots pass away, fading eventually into scuffmarked inhabitants of closet corners.

I am satisfied.