but now, i call them friends. dear friends.
caleb has been gone for a month. my parents flew in on a weekend that i needed them.
it was one of those weekends, a series of moments, you want to capture and not let go of. almost like when you capture a lightning bug. you know it will die if you keep it overnight, but you so want to see it glowing in the morning.
we seized the city by storm, viewing the white house, watching a play at ford's theatre, zipping down the streets in a peticab, laughing over names of random candles in an old town boutique, smelling tobacco at a cigar shop, trying on a million new looks in georgetown, sampling different scones at paul's pretending we were in paris, && viewing the lights of the city up high at the POV.
we saw so much
we went so slow.
our average meal lasted two and a half hours (thank you matchbox for letting us keep your booth for over half the afternoon) && we lounged in our pjs until noon sipping coffee and making pancakes.
we talked about life && we laughed about all the little things that happen in daily life, yet never get resurfaced.
i am thankful for these two more than words can explain.
thank you for your visit. it meant the world to me.