What are weekends for, if not for brunch? I, personally, am a HUGE fan of it. I love rolling out of bed a little later than usual on Sunday, grabbing a cup of coffee and curling up on the couch to watch a bit of morning news before doing anything else. At some point, I'll get up and meander to the shower and get ready for the day, but I don't rush it. Any other day, it's all business. Any other day, I'm up cooking seven different kinds of breakfast, making beds, throwing in the second load of laundry; all before 8 am. Any other day, I want to get up and hit the ground running.
But Sundays....there's just something about them that slow my system.
Must be the reward of mimosas that does it. ;) Did I mention how much I love mimosas??
This past Sunday we stopped in at Tavern & Table. Brunch is 11-3. I highly recommend reservations as it was quite busy, but rest assured that the wait is worth it.
I loved the farmhouse chic style. The pendant lighting, the wide paneled wood floors, the chalkboard prominently featuring the baker's choice, breads of the day. (Blueberry muffins and gourmet Cinnamon rolls, in case you were wondering)
We finally got seated out on the upper deck. The boys ran down to the dock and watched the boats come in. Every so often a boat would pull up, people would hop out and walk up the dock to order food. The boys would run back and tell us about all of the dogs they'd seen, tails wagging happily from the boat.
As I sat there sipping on my mimosa, James Bay's "Hold Back the River" began to play around me and my breath caught in the back of my throat. It was only a few months prior that this song would produce a much different reaction, but there in that restaurant, I noticed a change. The one I fought so hard against previously, wanting to remain where I was and who I was. When I was afraid of moving through and to the other side. I had been curious of what it would look like, how I would look and feel after all was said and done, but I wasn't ready then. And it's not much yet. My steps are hesitant, more work still lies ahead, but I can feel it. I feel a little stronger now. A little wiser. A lot more capable.
Loss is hard. Change is downright painful at times. But everyday somehow, it gets a little easier. "The Sun will come up," a dear friend once told me. Every time I feel stuck, I think of those words. The changes are small from the outside, but mighty from within. And from where I stand now, looking back, it mostly feels like relief. A deeper understanding of love and growth, beginnings and ends. It feels a lot like coming full-circle.
Brunch is for relaxing, but also apparently for epiphanies. Like how I snuck that in there? ;)
And then of course, there's joy in the after. Perusing the aisles of Trader Joes, Hitting up bike trails with my family (I HAVE to show you my bike! Everyone whose seen it has exclaimed that it's a perfect representation of me...you can see it and then tell me what that means) and last but certainly not least, beach days. For which I would probably be void of all sanity at this point if it weren't for several days spent lying in the sand with a good book, clearing my head, or scouting for interesting finds with the boys.
Weekend Report complete. Jen Bosse, over and out.
*no starfish were harmed in the taking of this photo*