There are some weekends that you just wish could go on forever, that you didn't have to start getting up at 4:30 AM again and that you didn't have to start another crazy week. This weekend was one of them.
I love my job, I love working with my coworkers, I love teaching my students, and I love being busy with my work. But I love relaxing and being lazy with family.
I love the comfort which is automatically there after years of life with my siblings. I love how we can be completely ourselves and feel absolutely relaxed. I love how there is no judgement on not leaving the apartment for 36 hours or so and very little judgement in all other areas. I love that there's an understanding of one another without nothing or little to nothing needing to be said. I love how my siblings continue to amaze me in their accomplishments and growth. I love that we just know what food to buy to make it a special weekend. I love how we are on the same wavelength about books, movies, music, and all the other important things in life. I love and at the same time despise that we are so amazing at predicting outcomes. (Could we for once be proven wrong? We really would like to be proven wrong in some of our predictions.) I love how similar we are. I love how incredibly diverse we are. I love that they're not just my siblings, but my best friends. Most of all, I love that I get to do it all over again next weekend.
