Weekends

Some weekends are easy, they fly by. Everyone is happy, the mood is light and the two days breeze by.

Other weekends, it's tougher. Deciding on dinner places becomes a chore.

Sometimes, I read too much into things. I try to imagine what you feel. I think of how I would feel. Then I struggle to put it all together, taking every detail and condition and "what if?" into account. Math was never my strong suit, but maybe that is a poor excuse for saying that I often fumble at extrapolating feelings.

Maybe I should stop worrying. And just be. Trust a 100% and then some more.

Just know that, I always want to be there. Always.

Through the simple ho-hum days that we may eventually forget, to the days when we brim with excitement at the plans lined up. Through every single detail, every single day.

Love, Cher