Mother's Day Weekend

Last weekend was Mother's Day, my first, and I was lucky to have my mom here to celebrate together. Three generations of girls represented: Mehelich, Mack, and Gill.

On Sunday I woke up feeling ambitious and decided to tackle organizing the garage. I know, who cleans the garage on Mother's Day, right? It's a task that's been on my to do list for months and it nags at me every time I get in my car or take out the garbage. It was time to purge. And I knew I could enlist the help of the men around the house and they couldn't say no...it was my day after all. Half way through, standing in a heap of junk, I doubted my sanity but when I was finished the sense of accomplishment was worth it. I love looking at the garage now. If it was any other room in the house that had undergone the purge I would kick back in a chair to take in the view of everything in it's rightful place and savor the feeling. But it's the garage, so I'll settle for the brief moments of gratification and sense of order when I take the garbage out.

Thankfully cleaning the garage wasn't the highlight of the weekend. I can't believe how much fun we packed into 3 days: strolling through La Jolla, an ocean view lunch at George's, Maren's first trip to the beach, setting up new patio furniture, browsing through linens for the wedding, enjoying fresh from the oven homemade pizza (Brent makes the best crust ever!), evenings on the patio playing all of my favorite games (Malarky, Sequence, Apples to Apples), sneaking away to the hot tub with Brent and a bottle of wine, and snuggling up with Maren. What could be better?