Jason is home and all is right with the world. We had the best weather day of the year this weekend, which I enjoyed from the comfort of the car while driving to Union Station to pick up my long lost husband.
This was before I witnessed a profusion of tourists parked in the right lane, with hazards on, trying to find on-street parking on the National Mall. One gentleman even exited his still-running car and bought a hot dog from one of the shady food purveyors. Good luck with that.
We had a nice evening in which Jason slept through the BYU basketball game (stirring every so often to ask if they were winning) and I read a lot (Anne of Avonlea and Wonder).
In other news, I bought my first bag of Cadbury mini eggs on Thursday night. Cadbury mini eggs always remind me of Easter 2004 (ten years ago!) when Roni and I left early for school so we could walk to Smith’s a buy two bags. We stashed them in our locker and snagged a few during class breaks. Best Easter ever.
I remember feeling so independent. Walking to Smith’s! By ourselves! Before school! To buy candy! It’s weird that now I not only go to the store by myself all the time, but that we also live in our own apartment and have regular jobs and can pretty much do what we want. It’s wonderful, but there’s something so exhilarating about testing out snatches of freedom as a teen.