We celebrated Mother’s Day a little early with Cynical’s family, meeting up for dinner and playing with the little ones. The oldest of the two and I are sometimes pretty good pals, Sunday was one of those days.
Later we ventured out for Cinco de Mayo, partaking in a few margaritas and lingering over dinner. We don’t do that often enough, linger, that is. I want more lingering.
This weekend I felt myself let go. I let go of what needed to be done and even some of what had to be done. It can all wait.