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[bigletter]Friends, not friend, it’s plural which hasn’t been the norm for quite some time.
Obviously I’m beyond grateful for these little moments on my patio at this point, it was the first time I got to show two good friends my home in it’s fully renovated state and spend some quality time catching up.
Simple things we used to take for granted that are making all the difference now. Hence why I make such a fuss about hosting a coffee date, because it’s literally the best feeling to be getting back to regular, safe and convenient gatherings with the people I want to see, right in front of me.[/bigletter]
So I did my best to make this Saturday morning special, with some yummy morning treats I did not make myself, thank you Farmshop, and a fresh floral bunch I didn’t even bother to unwrap from Whole Foods who bundles any selection free of cost by the way.
Perhaps I should have got some balloons too?
I did, however, rock our espresso machine, one I’ve become quite friendly with in 2020. Not going to brag but my milk frothing skills have marginally improved as a result. I’m sure my friends felt special enough with just that, my cooking.
Aside from a few unsolicited pastry licks from an unknown fluff monster, I thoroughly enjoyed my time spent chatting away, dreaming about the possibility of frequenting a restaurant for the first time in forever and feeling a tad more normal despite my burgeoning belly reminding me that the next big shift is in sight.
And as I enter into a hybrid state of nesting while simultaneously living out my last days as a childless woman, I can’t help but wonder, will my baby like blue as much as I do?
