It's been almost a week since the world didn't end, but I've been thinking about this question ever since last Saturday afternoon, when Matt and I went to go see the mountain laurels blooming at our favorite DC-area mountain laurel location. All through our walk we kept saying, "this would not be a bad way to spend the end of the world." Looking at beautiful flowers together, in one of our favorite places.
Where were you last Saturday on that beautiful spring afternoon? And how would you spend this weekend if you really thought the world was going to end?
