Why Do The Weekends Pass So Quickly?

We went yesterday to visit the cemetery. I was overdue for a visit. Always, at the beginning, I am a bit on the edge emotionally. It's just still so hard for me to imagine I am going to the cemetery for my son. It was around noon when we got ready to go so we stopped at McDonald's for a small bite to eat before we headed out. We were going to pass through the drive-through but it was so packed we decided to go in. In the line in front of us was the most precious little red-headed toddler. I wanted to cry when I saw him. I was reminded of where we were going and I wanted so badly to tell that young father to cherish every minute he would have with his son.

We stayed a good while. We cried. We talked. We remembered. I took pictures of the clouds. They were beautiful. It was a bright and sunny day. If you stood still, you could see the clouds moving.

On the way home we stopped at a church camp where I've spent a lot of time, a place we both love. We walked around a bit and breathed the fresh air. He sat a little while to write and I sat in the swing and then took a few pictures. This was my favorite of the day.

It was good to get away for the day. Now Monday is rapidly approaching and I am remembering the bullet point list I made in my journal on Friday night of things I wanted to get done this weekend. I think I have partly done one of the things on the list! I'll have to see if I can get at least one thing done well enough to be able to honestly cross it off my list. Sigh.