J's job usually takes him far beyond the city limits during the week days. Montreal is already an established second home. He lives out of a suitcase a vast majority of the week. To say he is missed is a vast understatement. His being such a great dad and husband makes it that much harder. Therefore the weekends hold even a more sacred place in our home. Saturdays and Sundays are for unfiltered, unadulterated fun. These moments cannot be wasted and are usually carefully planned to squeeze out every last drop of happiness. This weekend we took on the Kohl's Children's Museum, baked a pound cake with blueberry compote, visited favorite waitress, Nancy, at Louie's, and built forts using our down comforter. Ella hooted and hollered as we made popcorn over the stove. We laid in bed this morning watching the sun peak through the trees as snow fell. Doesn't quite make the weeks any easier, but we've really learned how to define fun on the weekneds. Babe, see you on Saturday night. Miss you already.
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