Usually, I’m exceptionally good at staying in the moment. I never look back. But this morning I’m feeling fretful, wishing it were still the weekend.
Ross and I took a long one on the ocean in Santa Monica. Each morning we walked down the beach, past the pier, to a crepe cafe, where I ate all my favorite breakfast ingredients on a baguette. Saturday we spent at the Getty Villa and Getty Center. Sunday we spent at the Huntington Botanical Gardens. Some of our favorite spots in the world. Each evening we crawled into the most perfect bed in the world. I could live in that bed.
I wish I had photos to include here, but we were so absorbed in each perfect moment of being that we didn’t bother to record it. This backward glance will have to suffice.