Madeline and I started the morning by taking a refugee friend to the doctor and dropped off medicine to another family.
We spent the rest of the morning at Half Price Books and I scored Jenga for just $1 in the clearance section.
We met Joe downtown at Starbucks for a buy one, share one holiday drinks. Madeline got a hot chocolate mustache which I didn't wipe off for hours.
We walked over to Mass Ave Toys. It's pretty much colorful heaven to us.
(If you've never been there, please promise me you'll go. I just blogged about it tonight because I love it so.)
We spent way too long at the store and then sped over to The Children's Museum even though it was 4:30 p.m. and they were only open for 30 more minutes.
Madeline wore her cowboy hat on the last two carousel rides and walked out with Rex in the End of the Day parade. The super-duper staff went crazy over her hat.
And then I remembered just how much I love living in Indianapolis.
We put Madeline to bed at 7 p.m.
Janna stopped by to just pick something up but Jenga lured her further in and so she stayed much longer.
We woke Madeline up at 10 p.m. because Peter's plane landed at 10:40 p.m.
We met him as he walked off the concourse and dished out hugs and kisses. Then we went back to my parents' house for a midnight party with a Papa John's delivery.
Because we're a family that likes to party and then experience 3 a.m heartburn.
We watched You Tube videos and Pawn Stars and my dad baked chocolate chip cookies.
Madeline fell asleep at 1:30 a.m.
Madeline woke up at 6 a.m. to which I groggily said, "For realz, child?"
We decided to spend the morning reading at a neighborhood coffee shop. On our way, we waved to our friends who were eating in the neighborhood bagel shop.
In the narrow shop, we ordered the SoBro brew.
I finished reading "The Hole in Our Gospel." My copy is completely marked up and the pages are dog-eared but now my heart is pretty ruffled too.
While leaving, we ran into another friend and talked in the cold about high school proms and my love for Leona Lewis and "Bleeding Love."
And then I remembered how much I love living in small-town Broad Ripple.
On our way home, Joe dropped me off at Janna's house.
We ate homemade soup and oyster crackers and talked for hours while her cat totally freaked me out.
Then I walked home and I remembered how much I love living three streets over from family.
Joe and I watched America's Test Kitchen on PBS and for the thousandth time, I dreamed of being Chris Kimball's personal taster and wishing my TV was scratch-and-sniff.
That night, we met my family at Cancun, my family's favorite restaurant, and celebrated Peter being home and my aunt's birthday.
We ate the best chips and salsa and my dad sketched out dream plans for our house on napkins. It will probably never happen but dreaming is just the best, isn't it?
Madeline sat on Peter's lap the entire night.
My aunt allowed the servers to sing "Happy Birthday" in Spanish and place a huge sombrero on her head just to make Madeline bust out laughing.
And then I remembered again just how much I love my family.
We went to church and watched baptisms. I cried happy, sweet tears.
Forget what I said about dreaming. Baptisms are the best.
And I remembered just how much I love our church.
On our way home, we stopped by Cancun to pick up more chips and salsa to eat with our leftovers.
We watched football all day long while I did a jigsaw puzzle.
Jets vs. Texans. Pats vs. Colts. (Sad tears.) Eagles vs. Giants.
I only left the house again for a Starbucks run to get our last drinks.
(I love buying local like Monon Coffee Company and Hubbard and Cravens but I'm also a sucker for free drinks.)
The only thing missing from the weekend was Harry Potter. I call myself a fan but it's Sunday night and I still haven't seen it. My priorities must be totally messed up.
But other than the omission of the teenage wizard, this weekend was perfection on a stick.