This weekend, we enjoyed a cloudy, threatening to rain but not quite getting there, Saturday morning.
We made breakfast at home (berry scones, scrambled eggs, and a few left-over little smokies). The scones were a new recipe, but they turned out nicely and worked well with our freezer berries.
Then we visited a new, local farmers market. (We enjoy a nearby restaurant/bar called Petrol, and the owners opened their parking lot Saturday morning for the market.)
We put Olive in the seat on Kyle's bike, and peddled a few blocks south. There were more than five, but fewer than ten, vendors ... While we were there, probably 40+ people milled around, made purchases, and gabbed. Not bad for a debut! All of the vendors were friendly, and excited-but apologetic-to have sold much of their stock before our 10a arrival.
We picked up a few items, and peddled around the neighborhood for awhile. Then, we headed home to drop off our haul, and to meet friends at the park down the street.
Olive and her friends, Gracie, Abby, and Ava, climbed all over the playground and enjoyed a few snacks before the parents broke up the party to head home for lunch and naps.
All before 1230p!
It was a simple morning, but it had me smiling all day. I loved getting out and moving. I loved seeing how differently Olive approaches bike rides now than she did almost a year ago when we first got her bike seat. (Then: She screamed bloody murder. Now: She screams, "Let's go FAST!!") I love meeting friends at the park, catching up with the parents while Olive and her friends enjoy their own fun. I love seeing that our neighborhood is also a community, and I love being a part of that community. There is joy in seeing where we are right now and loving it.
I will be the first to admit that our life isn't all rainbows and ice cream. I could rattle off a list of things we would like, things we would like to change, or things that make us sad ... but ... Saturday was pretty great, and I wouldn't change that for the world.
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