Friday rush hour traffic. It’s the only time I don’t mind getting stuck in traffic because I know the weekend is looming. Just. Around. The. Corner.
Friday evening thunderstorms. The pitter patter of rain on our skylight soothes the soul.
Mom and daughter waiting at home anticipating the squeaking of the side gate. It means the boys have arrived with Friday night dinner.
Snuggling on the couch watching Captain America with my boys. Then sneaking off to bed to lose myself in a world of the bang bang photographers.
Detour trips to vintage shops that are bursting with history. Imagining times gone past and taking home a piece of an era.
Sipping sundowners on a bobbing sailboat. The wind in our hair, the sun on our back and conversations that good friends are made over.
Melt in your mouth Midnight Mediterranean potjie’s. A taste explosion of Thyme infused lamb, olives over a bed of the creamiest mash.
Lazy hot Sunday afternoons. Water sprinklers, naked kids and squeals of delight when the icy water hits their goose bump skin.
A weekend where new memories were created and friendship bonds were shaped. A weekend of soaking up all that life has to offer. 10, 9, 8, 7…..the countdown begins to the next one.