My husband works a lot of evenings. This particular Saturday night me and my girls are enjoying the weather in So Cal without a man around. We took a walk in the brisk 61 degrees we call “winter”.
I’ve already got a bottle of Wild Horse Pinot breathing on the counter. I’ll be making spaghetti with Parmesan for some tough customers and maybe wishing I were eating something fancier, but not wishing I were with anyone else. These nights I may be husband less, but I am not without great company. Spending time just me and my girls is priceless and I feel fortunate to have these special nights.
Authentic B 