|probably because you napped away one of the afternoons without even taking your scarf off...|
those kinds where the minutes and hours slip by without much notice at all but it feels all warm and squishy just the same.
|squishy with love probably because your date night consisted of a 40 minute trip to home depot and a blizzard...|
those kinds where you get to make memories even if you don't really understand why they end up being memorable.
|except you know that crab macaroni and a face like this is always going to be memory-making...|
those kinds where you hadn't realized that you had traditions until you were deep into steel magnolias with your sweet nanikins with annie queued up next.
|apparently hiking badger two sundays in a row qualifies a tradition...|
those perfect do nothing but nothing is kinda everything kinda weekends.
|extra perfect because of the extra day...|