(I’m writing a short series on the blog about a week in the life of The Youngrens. This is the fourth installment – read the entire series here.)

Because we specialize in weddings, our weekends are reserved for those special events, so we don’t schedule any other shoots on the weekends – no engagement sessions, no random projects – nothing. Weekends are for two things and two things only – weddings and normal life.

So if we’re not shooting a wedding, Saturdays are scooter days. They’re laundry days. They’re cleaning, organizing, grocery shopping days. They’re randomly drop in on our friends for wine and bocce days (our friends have learned that if The Youngrens aren’t shooting then they need to watch their phones closely ‘cuz we may drop in at ANY MOMENT for hang out time).

In short, Saturdays are the kind of days that help our work-from-home-selves feel like everybody else, so Jeff and I actually make an effort to fit in with the rest of the population. We’ll stroll through Costco on a Saturday afternoon, not because we have errands to run, but because we want to feel what it’s like – the normal. We relish the busy parking lots and shove through the crowds to the sample tables of mini-pizzas and kielbasa just for the thrill of it. We check out the sales on chuck roast and wander the aisles of home goods to play with the one-cup Keurigs.

We don’t buy. We just play. And people watch.

Then we’ll wander to the grocery store and pick up a basket of veggies for the week and ingredients for dinner that night.

It’s not about doing anything in particular. It’s only about us – one hand laced through his fingers, and a basket of veggies in the other. It’s in these spaces between the deli and the produce that our minds let work slip away, and we can stretch our lungs with the air of normalcy, slowing our insane daily pace to the peaceful rhythm of our lazy, plodding flip-flops through the toilet paper and condiments.

What do Saturdays mean to you guys? Especially those of you who don’t typically have normal weekends?

Hugs,
Erin