Sunday dawned in sunny fashion, the universe still playing its most beautiful card on the day we were designed to leave. Rather than regret, I celebrated the sun at hand, and the weekend we had just had, making a quick walk about the neighborhood while Andy had his coffee and showered. There were bleeding hearts and azaleas, tulips and pansies, and a few neighbors of the fuzzy kind.
This rabbit showed up again, as it to confirm we were exactly where we were supposed to be.
The blooms along Southwest Corridor Park saw me back to the condo, where Andy was almost ready.
A dashing husband makes for a fine brunch date.
And a happy anniversary weekend joins the happy pantheon of all that came before, continuing our journey to what will come again.
