And late Sunday after getting our fill of the historic city (which was packed for the weekend!), we made our way back to our waterfront retreat where G napped the cloudy afternoon away, and Dylan made piles of messes in her play in each part of the cottage. I alternated between watching the rain and sailboats in the bay, and reading this book from the comfort of a worn-in rocking chair before settling in to enjoy a homecooked pizza for the night.
At that moment, we really couldn't have asked for much more.
P.S. Part One of our Memorial Day weekend.