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The Ghost of Christmas Past
Christmas is in two days, but the magic isn’t there. I’ve done all the things. I hung up the twinkling lights, watched the movies, and decorated the tree. I made the treats, sang the songs, and bought the presents. But something is missing this year. A huge piece of me… gone. As I was walking through Kohls the other day to pick up an order in the back, I passed the little girl section. The clothes were strewn about and tossed aside as people looked for the perfect outfit. When I stopped and looked at them, I felt my heart hurt so much that I stumbled and had to suck…
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Italy Day 1 – Cats, Rowboats, and Carbonara
(If you missed it, here is the arrival) We were finally in Italy! The country we had dreamt of visiting for so long. We had arranged to drop off our luggage at our VRBO in advance of check-in, so we made a last minute decision to walk from the train station to our rental. With our luggage. But we were not prepared for walking the streets of a country where everyone drove like it was the Indy 500. And you could either get mowed down by a motorcycle, a vespa, or a tiny hatchback. Anything was possible. So what we thought was a 20 minute walk, was in fact much…
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Italy – The Beginning
The beginning. Emmett and I had always planned something big for our 10th anniversary. It started off as a trip to Santorini (we both love Greek food) but changed to Italy once I saw a Hallmark movie that had been set in Verona. I fell in love with the idea of Italy, and as we started researching the country, realized that there was so much to see. During the planning stages, our trip seemed to be so far away. I looked up VRBO’s and grew more excited at the thought of strolling ancient cobblestone streets and learning another culture, while celebrating a decade of marriage. But the adventure was still…
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Another Birthday
Another November has come and gone, and with it, another birthday. Another number added to my age. Another year of life slipped away. Time disappears faster as the years pass and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I will never be young again. It doesn’t matter what clothes I wear, or how I style my hair. Or even how I feel. That’s something I wasn’t prepared for. I don’t FEEL middle aged. I have the same hopes and dreams that I had when I was twenty-three. I still look up and marvel at the sky. I watch the sunset, listen to music, and feel like I can…
