Last Weekend...

We took a quick trip to California. Just the three of us. I spent two days in Santa Monica (alone). It was heaven. I did lots of shopping & met up with Courtney & her darling family. Had some major hair therapy from here with Lara. We got breakfast here, the cutest little diner in West L.A., ate to die for mexican food in Malibu with amazing girlfriends here (side note: Their diet coke & carne asada's were truly the best I have ever had!). We took a day trip to the charming little town of Rancho Santa fe, and then we came back home. 


A friend was at my house this week who recently lost her husband. She went on to tell me that the hardest thing for her (aside from the fact that he is gone) has been the guilt of "I don't think I told him how much I loved & appreciated him. I didn't thank him for fixing the sprinklers, and changing the oil. You know, just all the little things." It hit me, right smack dab in the middle of my heart. Here is this lady, who truly is a saint! One of the kindest, sweetest, ladies you could ever know who thinks she didn't do enough. She said to me, "Don't take that for granted Whitney, because no matter how many times you tell them, it's never enough." I am thankful to know people like her in my life, people that change you for the better. 


From today forward, I will simply do better.