This weekend was home made waffles and glasses and thrift shopping. It was finding out that one of my best friends in the world will be moving into a beautiful house five blocks away from me. It was scheming about meeting up for ice cream and lemon aid and bike rides. It wasn’t a blazer, but it was a cheesy Christmas cardigan. It was being woken up by the puppies at 5 AM on a Saturday, followed by seven puppy accidents in the house before noon, and blankets and boots and jumping through the snow.

It was planning holidays for next year and weighing the benefits of staying with my current work for another year so we can take two holidays next year (and finally get a honeymoon!!) versus perusing more challenging work. It was not receiving my SIN card of birth certificate back in the mail, which canceled our post-Christmas trip to Minneapolis. It was old fashioned mail.

This weekend was Mister falling down the stairs and hurting himself, it was limping and hopping and icing and concern. It was losing our internet connection on Saturday morning and not regaining it until 7:58 AM on Monday. It was French fashion magazines, making butter tarts, and shopping for Christmas cookie supplies. It was dinner out and a late night run down town to buy presents for each other. It was puppies barrleing upstairs to find me and leaping over a foot into the air when they found me.

It was too cold. It was almost Christmas. It was kind of perfect.