I was away for a couple of days with Hubby and kiddies over Memorial Day and then again for a few for my 20-year wedding anniversary.
I skipped my regularly-scheduled posts last week because I was entranced by the magic of knowing that 20 years of marriage means something. Or at least it means something to me. I feel blessed and special and wonderful, strong and formidable, more than the sum of my parts in spite of myself. I know there is a we, an us, something I am a part of beyond myself as a mother, a time and place to look forward to even after my kids will leave the house. I feel grand.
My new-found travel destination, Cape Ann, Massachusetts, including Alchemy and Trattoria
Fresh Spring Arugula. Bitter and lively, dancing in a light vinaigrette, maybe some fresh chevre, maybe some shaved parm, maybe some bacon lardons, but capable of putting hair on your chest and a spring in your step even sans accompaniment.
The Dutch and Flemish Masters exhibit at the Peabody Essex Museum
Time with Hubby
All things Hubby
Twenty years of Hubby-ness
Good sleep (of which I haven’t gotten enough lately)
Good grammar
Bad grammar when I want to
Gathering all the different kinds of lavender from my garden beds to dry and make into little ribbon-ed bundles
Get it? It’s two hearts.
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