#1,565 Walk it Out + Piril.
Friday afternoons are becoming something I look forward to all week long because Clark is off work, and he, Walker and mama come to our house for lunch. Last week we took a walk that put Walker into a coma, so today Clark wanted to see if we could make lightning strike twice. I wasn’t sure if I was feeling up to a walk quite yet, but since my physical therapist insisted it would be great for me as long as I didn’t strain, I went for it. And we walked a whole mile!
Please, please. Disregard my awful hair.
And I’ve been waiting with bated breath for Piril and Igno’s wedding suite to come back from my pressman so we could get it shipped to NYC by April 3. I’ve never shipped such a huge or opulent order before. It took 3 boxes, weighing in at 65 pounds! I can’t imagine what a gorgeous event their wedding will be! It took my breath to see all the pieces come together. I drew tiny little icons of some of the landmarks for their wedding weekend and this Delft blue and silver foil map card is my favorite thing of all, I think:
By 6:00 tonight I fully realized that I’d overdone it 2 days post-op. We heated up the chicken spaghetti Annalee brought by this afternoon and it turns out cheesy chicken and noodles + pajamas can fix any ache or pain.