After the guys left, and I was pouring over my pictures and memories and considering what to write about, I realized while the pictures I took all told the story of the weekend, they represented something larger than just the weekend.
Here's a few lessons I learned:
{Lesson 1} I take too many pictures of myself.
With friends around this weekend, I realized how many pictures I really take of myself. I've joked about it here & there before... and C makes fun of me for it every time he catches me holding the iPhone camera up & making awkward faces... but man it became really evident to me this weekend just how many I actually take.
Not sure if this is a good, bad, or irrelevant realization.... I'll get back to you.
{Lesson 2} Food & Drinks are Made for Weekends.
Because I am trying to lose weight, I'm still following my no-carb/no-alcohol/no-dairy diet during the week. So, naturally, when the weekend comes along, I have some fun with it. And this weekend, with friends staying with us, the fun never ended. We tried more tacos, visited the local boat restaurant for Sangria Saturday & I even ate pizza with tortellini baked on top.
It was delicious... but I'm definitely ready for some fruit, salad, water & gym time :)
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| Top left: my grandparents in their 20s, Top right: My first Cubs game with my dad, 1988(ish) Bottom left: C & I at Junior prom (2005), Bottom right: my brother with Max as a puppy |
{Lesson 3} I Love Old Family Photos
I somehow ended up looking through a bunch of my photo albums this weekend... I was laughing and (almost) crying while flipping each page. I'm amazing at how many fun memories are stashed away on the top shelf of my closet. These are just 4 of my favorites I found. ♥
So it was a pretty productive weekend, as you can tell!
{Happy Monday!}








































