A weekend “away” with my favorite person in the world.
A run that turns into a walk just a mile in (the hubs knee felt twingy, *not* worth messing with, especially with 26.2 looming…)
A drink while watching the Celtics game at a sports bar in the middle of the afternoon on a gorgeous winter Saturday afternoon in the city.
Going to the New England Aquarium and squealing with glee at the sheer site of the penguins – a throwback to circa 1988 and 4th grade field trips.
Having a largely ‘un-routine’ style weekend, with no workouts, no schedules, no planned meals (but very yummy ones like this ridiculously good hand-packed veggie burger stuffed with lentils and other goodies).
Making it to last call for the first time in god knows when, with some of my favorite friends.
Because this is what memories are made of.
…Something that’s always needed.