a change in the weather at a cozy cabin

This little trip was low-key and lovely. We spent all weekend cooped up with Parker + Alex in their cozy cabin, watching it snow. Really, really snow. Great big puffy flakes. It felt perfect because I was so fed up with the week that I had had, that all I want to do was sit there, endlessly chatting, watching the snow pile up. With a cup of cocoa in hand and a fire roaring constantly, I quickly settled in and forgot all about it.

The joy of getting away, even if just for the weekend, is that you get to break out of your regular old routine. No rules necessary. You can stay in your jammies all day, and watch not one, but two movies with dear friends by your side. No endless to-do-list of the things that were left by the wayside during the work week. They'll just have to wait.

Highlights:
+ meatloaf + mashed potatoes = delectable comfort food. thank you diner.
+ hushed side conversations between wife + wife = sincere heart-to-hearts; silly, emotionally-charged conversations to which our husbands would roll their eyes. Swapping stories of how clumsy our husbands have made us and reminiscing about the past. Laughing until my sides hurt. I felt fifteen again.
+ the two-and-a-half hours it took to get our car out of the snow and onto the highway { a mere 100 yards distance }. Dig, dig, dig. Push, push, push. Gun it. Lunge three feet and repeat. Thank heavens for a 2x4 and Parker using his much superior, snow-ready Subaru to lay tracks down up ahead of us. A day to remember and a stuck-in-the-snow experience we will surely laugh about for years to come.