I took a week off. Not really completely from work, but rightfully so, it was a much needed breather.
The start of the week rolling into The Fourth Of July celebrations. From one day to the next it was simply bliss. No where to be, and no commitments. My cause for celebrations alone. In order of these pictures, it went a little something like what you see. Bill and I snuck out in the little boat pictured below. Where he referred to our stop as "taking a leak", which he is correct, however if I'm not mistaken, we don't take leaks, we "tinkle". And I don't want to share where I tinkled because you'd be disgraced with me. Let's just say this place is under construction. And ain't no sissy of a girl here who doesn't accept a challenge of tinkling behind a stack of wood. Behind a building. Where a security guard sat a mere 50 feet behind me watching a tv.
#getitgirl
#wheresmymargarita
#staycationforlife
The next day we'd roll onto the sand with my posse. Our friends, and their friends. Just one big red, white and blue fest. Tis' was a good time. IF my wine eyes, and hat that I got in the dollar bin at Target doesn't shout "partayyy", well then I don't know what does.
Our babies.....All 21 now....
Where salt meets the camera, and love meets the hugs. Where friends gather to smile, laugh and share good wine. Where you leave your cares behind, and gather with those you love.
There's a new juice bar in town. It's organic, which sells to my soul. This is their back patio. A patio of which we sat chatting with the owner. Sharing stories of our kids. The grind in business. The hustle in slowing down, yet pushing hard to succeed. If any of my local peeps pass by Devynn's Florist on PCH in Seal, stop in. You won't regret. And order the "Beet Street"- Your body will thank you. I promise. You're welcome. Don't worry, I got yo' back.
I walked alone on the beach all the mornings. A dreary start, and yet the air was filled with warmth. With sand. With a soft breeze. And lots and lots of birds. My favorite.
I planted flowers.
And tended to a mama bird I have living up high..... (Beet Street Juice pictured to the top right)
By Thursday morning we'd scoop up our mom from the airport. Shuffling her to my sisters home. Soon landing at my auntie Lyn's wedding Friday.
Grandma Pam 2017
We'd celebrate Lynda and Harry on 7/7/17- Dancing the night away.....
At one point I grabbed my son out to dance. Staring at him with all eyes filled with hearts.
What a difference this year is. What a difference life offers us.
Although I stepped away from my desk for those days, I still lean in and view from the outside. I loved the moments with family. With friends. With my kiddo's. I loved the moments with my mom. And aunties. Hosting an unexpected dinner for everyone last Saturday. Taking a glimpse around with cousins from Chicago sitting on our patio. Standing in our kitchen as I hear my aunt and mom chat about life. My uncle sitting across from me on the dock. Smiling with his beautiful smile, and fun spirit. The moments you don't tally as special until you crawl into bed that night and wake the next day realizing just how beautiful it really was. And is.
Family.
Friends.
Life.
Family.
Friends.
Life.
Back to the grind this week. The last couple of days pulling my hair back in a bun just to kick ass and do what I have to do.
Sending Kris off to labs this morning because tomorrow we head back to Hollywood to hug our favorite doctor.
Reading these labs at noon today with sweat beading up on my forehead, and underarms. Because what else does a momcologist do with labs. She navigates through them, smiles when it's good, and reports to her birdie.
Everything looks good. WBC's a little low, and so I remind him to steer clear of sick people, along with sharing "things". He sends a smile back in text because he knows I nag when I need to, and just how important my words are.
This is life.
And just by looking back at the last week of my life, I'd say it's pretty darn beautiful.
Happy Week To You All.....
Much Love,
This Mama Lisa
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