If you looked here yesterday, you'll know I'm in Chicago, with my younger daughter and her family. Having had a long stretch of time without such visits makes this one precious and extra sweet. But too, it means that I write less about it, because I don't want to give minutes to something like writing, which is inherently lonely. This is not a weekend for hiding behind closed doors!
I'll include a sprinkling of images from our day. From when Primrose wakes up...
What would you like to wear today, little one?
This, grandma.
With breakfast treats from Masa Madre...
And of course, our usual time released selfie...
To a long walk with the young family to Lincoln Park...
And more playtime at home (she is recording a birthday song for a friend)...
A game of chickens...
A dance, or two, or three...
With lots of splendid hanging out.
All this until evening, when we eat another family dinner, one that I did not plan, prepare, serve and clean up after. Take out from a pizza place they say has been their lifeline to good food during the pandemic (Bungalow by Middle Brow).
Best way to describe the day: one with lots of time to just be with this young family whom I miss in the best of times and have missed excruciatingly in not the best of times.
A weekend to appreciate and love with my heart and soul.
I do hope the full moon shines brightly over all good people everywhere tonight.
