What Weekends are Made For

This weekend was a rare and special treat.  We had no plans going into Friday afternoon and were able to spend the weekend just the 3 of us.  We spent Saturday running errands and hanging around the house working on the yard and on Sunday, when I asked B if there was anything fun he wanted to do, he said he wanted to go explore Tiburon.  Tiburon sits on the North side of the Bay right behind Angel Island and across from San Francisco and is a slow artsy town with lots of character.  I had only been there a handful of times but had never made a day of it before so we loaded Luke in the truck and drove the 45 minutes to Tiburon's cute downtown.  It was a beautiful day and we loved exploring the park near the water, watching all the boats sailing behind Angel Island and all the people boarding the Ferry.  We laid down a blanket and rolled on the grass, soaked in the sun, picked flowers, watched the waves crash on the rocks and practiced our walking.  We had an early dinner at Guaymas, a lovely Mexican restaurant right on the water and Luke chowed down on his cheese quesadilla while we devoured some fresh red snapper fish tacos and margaritas.  We all left happy campers and our little man crashed hard on the way home.  It was a perfect day and a good reminder that sometimes having weekends to do nothing end up being the best of all.