What a day to be grateful for!
Brunch with a dear dear friend who I have not seen in the flesh for months. Brunch where the menu was written on a whiteboard on the kitchen wall. Brunch with beautiful people that turned into hours of girl talk, catching up on all the events of our lives that happened 'in between times'.
Brunch that turned into late afternoon G&Ts in the living room, waiting for her girls to come back from an afternoon swim at the local pool to ward off the heat of summer.
Brunch that fuelled the body and conversation that fuelled the soul.
From brunch straight onto another home-cooked meal in the company of beautiful people. Dinner that turned into a late evening which we dragged ourselves from with the view of an early morning wake up call for one of us.
Gratefully,
Natasha
Brunch with a dear dear friend who I have not seen in the flesh for months. Brunch where the menu was written on a whiteboard on the kitchen wall. Brunch with beautiful people that turned into hours of girl talk, catching up on all the events of our lives that happened 'in between times'.
Brunch that turned into late afternoon G&Ts in the living room, waiting for her girls to come back from an afternoon swim at the local pool to ward off the heat of summer.
Brunch that fuelled the body and conversation that fuelled the soul.
From brunch straight onto another home-cooked meal in the company of beautiful people. Dinner that turned into a late evening which we dragged ourselves from with the view of an early morning wake up call for one of us.
Gratefully,
Natasha
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