I had some non-work things I needed to take care of on Friday morning, so I took the day off and started my weekend early with friends at a concert on Thursday night. Then, on Friday afternoon I headed to the mountains with other friends for a weekend of hiking in the woods, eating too much good food, and playing games next to a cozy fire. Then, on Sunday morning I drove down to Greenville for a sweet baby shower with a few of my oldest friends.
I don’t suppose that the phrase “lucky in love” was created for people as single as I am. (Which is very, very single.) But it’s how I feel, nonetheless. I am so lucky to have these people in my life—and even luckier to call them friends whom I love.
