It’s hard to know which story to tell first, there were certainly more hours than usual in this weekend, and almost a new story for each hour.

There is the one about the quilt we delivered and the grilled zucchini we devoured.

Modern cottage..the quilt

The one about the conference. And the after conference. And my husband meeting more people (as usual) than I did at a conference he didn’t even attend.

Cocktails at Macy's furniture dept.

And the one about three women, who year after year can meet and talk, and talk and talk.

three abreast

I would love to tell you those stories but right now? I’m tired and I miss the wee men, so I’ll save those stories for later this week after I’ve settled back into my life and hugged my boys and when I need a few moments to remember that I can be a grown up too.

Waiting on the train