happy weekend

Stella and I loved these humongous dandelions that grow down below my parents' house. There are lots of wishes on those things!

What are you doing this weekend? I'll be busy gearing up for girls' camp, which is next week. I kind of wish it was already next Friday. I plan on spending the entire day in bed with a good book, recovering. Camping is not my thing.

In other news, I want to be better at saying thank you instead of sorry. And please put When Breath Becomes Air on your nightstand asap. I read it this week and it touched me deeply. I was so involved in the story, and even though I knew the ending, it still caught me by surprise. It is beautiful and heartbreaking, and Dr. Kalanithi's words didn't leave me for days. His closing paragraph, a message to his baby daughter, left tears streaming down my face in the middle of Mike's family cabin. He says,

"When you come to one of the many moments in life where you must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you filled a dying man's days with a sated joy unknown to me in all my prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more but rests, satisfied. In this time, right now, that is an enormous thing."

Have a happy weekend.