Reflections on the best week of my life. Seven days, best friends, one Cape house across from the beach. A broken toe, crutches, support, and recovery. Making dinner, toasting smores, late nights, too much champagne. Tank tops and taffy. One beautiful, wonderful, perfect wedding. Perfect friendships. Perfect people.
This past year has been overwhelming at times, always moving, never settled. Sometimes things are hard. But this week is what matters. I love my messy, beautiful, perfect life.