Perfect Mother’s Day

It started Saturday night with dinner at Aubrey’s, where I ate grilled swordfish with the most delicious parmesan spinach and drank cider on tap. Then there was peanut butter pie.

Sunday morning was coffee, reading and a brief showering of cards and a gift certificate for a swedish massage. There was lounging and perusing a used bookstore (which resulted in an old copy of Gone with the Wind and a Ken Follett paperback), and then there was Mexican food. The day ended with Mad Men reruns on Netflix in our pajamas.

Truly, it was perfect. Thanks, love.