It was a wonderful Labor Day weekend

I really loved this weekend, just as I thought I would.  The only downside to the weekend is that is has to end.

I think Thomas was a little bored this weekend.  His girlfriend wasn't allowed to see him at all, and another friend he texted wasn't available.  Hopefully that will make the fact that he is staying at school next weekend more appealing.

Saturday was a complete washout of a day with the weather.  It rained steadily all day, and that made the football on TV even more wonderful.  It was exactly the kind of Saturday I love having in the fall.  The only thing that could have made it better was if Notre Dame had beaten Ohio St (ugh, I hate when they play each other), but it was a wonderful day.

Yesterday we awoke to a large branch that had broken off our tree and was partially blocking our street.  The police had been called by a neighbor.  By the time we dealt with all of that we decided to watch our church service on TV.  I am always, always so grateful for our pastor and his messages.  I went to work a bit at church in the afternoon, and Catherine came home late afternoon.  We made tacos for dinner, and as always, I love hearing the sounds coming from my living room when the kids are together and bonding.  After dinner Andrew and I paid a short (and delightful) visit to a new neighbor, then we came home to watch a movie as a family.  It was not at all a great movie, but mindless and I knew we would chuckle and maybe even laugh...which we did.  I loved all of us sitting in the room together sharing those moments.  

This morning we all slept in, and then Andrew made breakfast.  Cooking is definitely his love language.  Thomas packed up his loads of laundry and other things to take back, and shortly afternoon we headed to my hometown.  We had a wonderful visit with my grandmother, and I know that she was so happy to see us.  We then took Thomas back to school, and it was nice for Catherine to be able to see how it all worked at his school.  She left to head back to her apartment when we got home, and Andrew and I had a quiet dinner of leftovers.

I'm a little melancholy this evening.  Not just that the house is so quiet again, but that the weekend is over.  I made the mistake of counting and realizing it will be 15 weeks before I have another Monday where I don't have to work.  I like my job, but I don't love getting up as early as I do.  Anyway, I loved having some noise around this weekend, and the weekend was full of so many blessings.  I feel peaceful this evening, which is a lovely way to begin another crazy week.