I got home last night from three days of girly time...girls' weekend...or, what was eventually entitled, Women's Weekend. Whatever you call it, I had a wonderful time spending it with my two adult daughters.
Late Sunday morning, first daughter and I drove two hours to second daughter's home and the party began!
Meals out, shopping and pedicures...
refueling stops and gossip...
reminiscent conversations, catching up chats...and LOTS of laughter!
We even took time to craft. We painted, covered and embellished these small matchboxes. We also bought supplies for another craft but it turned into a 'take home craft' when we ran out of time.
Aren't these just the kinds of times that memories are made of?