Anna and I returned home today after spending the last 24 hours in downtown Minneapolis. Yes, yet another mother – daughter bonding adventure! We seem to have quite a few of them … but they are so much fun and honestly, we are very much alike (sorry Anna but it’s true) and we get along well and we enjoy many of the same things.
We headed up about Noon on Friday, checked into the Westin Hotel, went to Panara Bread for a quick lunch, then spent some quality time in Barnes & Noble. We headed back to our room to relax on the most comfy bed I’ve ever slept on.
We had a wonderful dinner at Palamino … we got a table right by the window and we had a glass of wine and a relaxing and very delicious dinner.
After that we headed to the Orpheum to see GREASE! It was equally entertaining. But I couldn’t stop thinking about John Travolta. I found it so ironic that here we were at a performance of GREASE after hearing that his son Jett had passed away earlier in the day. I know all too well those horrible first hours after such a devastating loss and my heart aches for him and his family.
And as much as we both enjoyed the production, I think we were both thinking about that soft wonderful bed that awaited us back at the hotel. A bed is a bed, you may say … but this was no ordinary bed. All the linens and dubay cover were white — white!!! I’ve never slept in an all white bed before and it was beyond comfortable. Oh, and did I mention a flat screen TV?
We left our room behind at 10:00 am this morning and drove to Cracker Barrel in Lakeville where we had a fabulous breakfast. Who doesn’t love Cracker Barrel!! Grits, bisquits and gravy, mmmmm …. it was so good.
We came home and relaxed alittle more and then went to see the movie Seven Pounds with Will Smith. A great movie … I love Will Smith.
Having fun and making memories … nothing could be better.
Oh and Liz let us know she was around as well. Our room number at the hotel was 820. I know it should have been 920 … but the number 20 is very significant, so when it pops up, in whatever way, shape, or form, it means something.
While we were at dinner a woman at the next table was celebrating a birthday. The waiters all serenaded her with a round of Happy Birthday. Well, guess what? They sang: Happy Birthday dear Elizabeth … happy birthday to you! I just had to smile! Yes, I get it dear daughter, I do, I’m so happy you joined us. If that wasn’t enough, I got a new purse for Christmas which I discovered, also at dinner, was made by “Liz&Company.”
Thanks Girls! I’m the luckiest mother in the world!
Kim
LOVE LIVES ON 