Can we agree to forgo the cliché and perpetual blog apology about how it has been forever and ago since I wrote something here?
This picture has nothing to do with the post except that these were the first pictures Nathan and I ever took together and my best friend, Amy, took them. All of which gives me great joy.
Today was the first Saturday in a long time that was completely unscheduled and spontaneous. It was thee best. I like making weekends plans, but sometimes a free Saturday is the way to go.
So, here are some super original things I loved about today:
Nathan and I slept in until our hearts desired. I do not always like sleeping in, mainly because waking up is not my forte and sleeping in just makes it harder to get up the next day, but today it was so nice and refreshing.
Nathan made breakfast: healthy pancakes, fried egg, chicken sausage, blueberries, and coffee. The only thing better was enjoying it all with him. So cheesy and so true.
Sharing a chocolate orange scone from Rustica Bakery with Nathan. I recommend it. They also serve Dogwood coffee, which is ridiculously good. Nathan and I went over to the bakery to read and work on some homework for a marriage class at church.
I rekindled my college love for Heather Nova’s 90’s indie rock music. My Pandora station says Sarah McLachlan and Enya and Dido are similar to her, so she *might* not be your cup of tea. But she is mine. Nathan said he felt her music was neutral, which is his Minnesotan way of saying, “I would not listen to this music on my own and am kindly tolerating it because you like it.”
We didn’t end up leaving the bakery until after 6pm and we still manage to get my favorite pizza from Punch (we do not normally eat out this much, promise) and make it over to the Riverview Theatre for the 7pm showing of Inside Out. If you haven’t seen this movie, please do your heart a favor and see it. This cute old theatre is great because movie tickets on a Saturday night are only $3.
Then we went to Target to pick up a few things—and, despite the fact that Target on Lake Street in Minneapolis does not exactly come to mind when I think of an ideal Saturday, it was fine. Except for the “self” checkout which was anything but.
And now I am here, on the couch with a cozy blanket, typing out my happy Saturday for you because I have these sporadic and possibly narcissistic impulses to share my life with you, dear internet people.
I hope you and yours had a wonderful Saturday, too.