Happy Monday!! How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun?
After some socializing, fundraising, working out, shopping, eating, more shopping and a little housekeeping, I’d say I’m pooped. Monday is not the time to be pooped, but we shall overcome! Amen? Amen!
We recently moved back to my hometown and here, the Tax Free weekend fell after school started. I think it usually did in Tennessee, too. How odd is that?! I will say, I think you get better deals the weekend before Tax Free weekend if you’re smart about it. We did most of our ‘back to school’ clothes and supplies shopping last weekend and this weekend was a chance for my oldest to spend some of her birthday money. We scored a few cute new tops for her that were steals and then splurged at Ulta (hello Naked palettes for a 16 year old – why?) and Anthropologie.
Truthfully, I made La walk through H&M and touch all the fabric and look at the overall quality of the clothes. We then walked over to Anthro and I had her do the same thing. I’m trying to convince her to have a few nice things she loves versus a closet full of things that are ‘meh’. “I like nice things!”- my mantra that my husband is very used to hearing. Who doesn’t?!
I love the cause, which provides financial support to the NICU at Huntsville Hospital that enables the purchase of giraffe beds for each of these tiny preemie babies.
The Melissa George fund was created by Amy & Chris George after the loss of their preemie daughter, Melissa Suzanne, only a few hours after her birth. What a wonderful way to celebrate Melissa’s life by continuing to educate and raise money to offer other babies a fighting chance! Their grief is heartbreaking. I am so inspired by their ability to turn it into something so incredibly selfless. You can read Amy’s personal blog HERE.
The bash had an awesome buffet and craft beers. One beer was made especially for the Miracle Bash- it was a cherry wheat and it was fantastic! There was also a silent auction and although we BID BID BID on many things, we did not win any of them. Melissa and Brad scored a few items (including an autographed Titans football helmet!!) and Amanda and Paul scored a birthday party for their youngest. There were really some great silent auction items, I’m kicking myself that I didn’t get crazy with the bidding…although at the time I really thought I was! Oh well, next time.
Melissa and Brad
Paul and Amanda
Josh and Me
Me and Melissa
Me and Amanda (or MANDAAAHH as Paul likes to say, he’s Canadian. Eh.)
And of course, the one pic us girls get together is taken by a husband (Guess who? Eh.) who didn’t get us in focus. Comme ci, comme ça.
Truthfully, when I lived here 10+ years ago, I used to cringe at the thought of knowing someone wherever I went. There were times you just wanted to be unnoticed and not have to make small talk. Not to mention, two degrees of separation from any person (if you’re lucky) made for entertaining interactions.
Maybe I took that for granted.
One of my girlfriends is in a wheelchair (long story!) right now, and she was one of the hostesses for the event. She had to be there early, so I offered to pick her up and make sure she made it in time for pictures. I whipped into the circle in front of the Art Museum and wrangled that wheelchair out of my trunk and got her in the door. After parking, I realized that I had to walk into this event, likely only knowing her, find her, find the bar, and chill until our husbands arrived.
I couldn’t have anticipated what came next.
I walked in the door and immediately heard “Hey, Leslie! Oh my Gawwwdd!”.
It was an old friend from college. She had a huge smile on her face and gave me the biggest bear hug. We instantly fell back to 20 years ago and it was if time stood still. We chatted and laughed and attempted the cliff notes version of the last two decades.
As I walked around to find my girlfriends, I kept running into people I knew. Everyone was warm and friendly and engaging. There was squealing and hugging and lots of laughter. So many stories and memories flooded back. We reminisced and exchanged numbers and promised to have lunch/dinner/cocktails/meet up with the kids. I genuinely hadn’t felt that much friendship and love in a long time.
It is absolutely grounding how the universe brings us back around, time and time again. There is nothing like the familiarity of the old found in the here and now. I relish it!
This weekend was such a wonderful reminder of why I do love this town so much. There is nothing like hometown hospitality!
Sunday morning, we woke up early and took Violet up to Monte Sano park to play and have an ‘adventure’.
Because, you know, sometimes you have to use code words for exercise. Violet is always up for an adventure.
Unless it’s going to the grocery store (tried that) and then she will call you out like the lying matriarch you are.
Little Violet with the bloody nose (don’t ask).
What were you up to?? Whatever it was, I hope you were surrounded by friends and family and you were left with a full heart. XOXO