Belly Pains

This weekend was an eventful one. On Friday night, Jimmy stayed with Tay for a night of Daddy and T time while I went to a friend’s house for dinner with a bunch of college friends. It was like old times. But instead of eating rice and ketchup (yes, we did that — we were creative...and poor college kids), we ate a nice meal of spaghetti and salad and bread. Instead of wearing glitter and black pants and tops that were just pieces of cloth held on by strings, we were in our comfy jeans and sweaters. Instead of talking about how much beer we needed to get from the store, we were talking about marriage, pregnancy and European vacations. One thing WAS the same though. When the photo albums came out, we all cuddled on the couch and laughed until our bellies hurt and our eyes filled with tears. It was a night that I needed desperately. A night that I think everyone needed. My girlfriends are the best. I can be myself with them — no holding back, whatsoever. They love me for my past stumbles, my present obstacles, and my future dreams. I left feeling full, grateful, refreshed, and nourished. Love love love these girls.


On Saturday, Jimmy, Tay and I headed over to The Cornwalls for dinner and playtime. Tiffany and I played with pictures on the computer, while Jimmy and Jack played with the girls in backyard. We then had a very tasty dinner of Tiff’s homemade soup and my store-bought bread bowls. The soup was amazing and the bread, well, was in true Hilary-style. It was a re-occurrence of the high school poncho incident. If you don’t know that story, basically, it amounts to: go big, or go home. The bread bowls were so big, you could wear them as hats. Not only did we fill our bellies to the brim with bread, The Cornwalls were able to feed the entire seagull race with the leftover sourdough.

Sunday was a family day. We went to church with our usual buddies, then relaxed until dinner. And dinner, oh dinner. It was a day that Jimmy had been waiting for for several months. His favorite restaurant has opened just steps from our front door. Yes, we can WALK to Two Guys Grille. Yeah. Jimmy is one happy man. We had our favorite meal at our favorite place, then headed home for the bedtime routine. Bath, then Daddy’s hair-drying ritual. Taylor just loves her Daddy to dry her hair while she watches Dora. And it’s pretty cute bonding time.

Hugs

That is it. That was our weekend. From laughter pain to sourdough-stuffed stomachs, our poor bellies were put through the ringer. It was well worth it though. Love food and LOVE friends. Let’s just hope that this week is as smooth and great as the past few days. Happy Monday, kids.