Today was a beautiful day.

We had very different plans for this weekend.  We’d booked a cabin months ago to visit Mansfield but decided after our last visit that we needed to figure out a new way to approach our trips to John’s hometown.  Then we planned to spend the weekend with friends in the Poconos.  Weather tripped us up on that one.

Instead, we spent yesterday with my Dad and aunt.  We brought them pastries and we all went out to dinner after watching Jordan Spieth play some great golf.

And we woke up at home this morning, the snow falling thickly and quietly.  It was stunning.

Sometimes — often, actually — plans change.  And sometimes, there is beauty in the chaos, the disappointment.  Yesterday was a good day and today (even though I fell and hurt my knees yet again) was a good day.  Can’t ask for more than that.

Xox, g