This weekend was my birthday weekend. On Friday my mama and sister left this town back home. I really don’t wanna talk about it. I am grateful for the memories and at the same time wish they would NEVER have to leave.

My MIL graciously offered to take baby Bubbles for the weekend. So, B and I went to a B&B about 1.5 hours south of our city. Farm setting, 1850s style cabin. Picturesque view, lovely food. Bad sleep though, there’s this annoying clanking noise that kept me up all night, not sure where it was from.

Went to a nearby wine town. Toured from one winery to another. Visited a local microbrewery who made some seriously wonderful, smooth Doppelbock. Had some awesome wings for lunch.

All in all, a pretty satisfying weekend. But I kept thinking of how much more lovely it’d be had my mama and sis been there with us.

Gratefulness. I need to work harder at it.

A glass of Augusta Norton and a funny Japanese drama.

Best Sunday night ever or best Sunday night ever?

One thing I truly learn from my mother, is that kindness always pays you back in millions.

Brings you peace of mind, smiles, and (sometimes) freebies.

And those are not bad things, don’t you agree?