Friday, March 23, 2012

Headed to Sea

Tomorrow we say "bon voyage", as  once again we head out to sea, this time with dear friends on deck along with us.  As is mandatory for any vacation I take, I have my reading material all ready.  First up will be this one, and I confess I've already begun reading it...

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I wasn't sure how I would feel about it at first, particularly as it is published for "young adults"... due to devastating circumstances a young girl becomes a hit woman (trained by assasin nuns) working for the god of death... (I know, I know!)  but there is just the right mix of historical fiction, romance, action (okay, violence) and a strong female leading lady.   I have quickly been transported to the 15th century and thinking about the characters even after I've put it down...  maybe not the best book to read while traveling with friends.  I'll try to be good company, and to keep my Old English to a minimum during conversation. Mayhaps.  And, oh dear, it is the first book in a trilogy, which means I'll be at sea with a cliffhanger.  (Is that what happened to Noah's Ark?)  But I'm getting ahead of myself.  More when I return! 

Sunday, March 18, 2012

*Spoiler Alert*

Dear Emmy,

My heart broke this morning when I came downstairs to find you on the couch, crying, because the Leprechaun hadn't come to our house.  For 11 years, a Leprechaun has snuck into our home, and left a treat or surprise somewhere in our home, and this year he didn't show up.   Last night, in a final effort, you even tried to entice him with gold.



Emmy, there is something you should know.....


(Sigh)  Okay....

Um, the Leprechaun is actually.....




not here this year because when St. Patrick's Day falls on a Saturday in a Leap Year, he gets the day off to celebrate with his Leprechaun family.


I'm sure he will be back next year.

Love,
Mommy

Friday, March 16, 2012

Bus Fumes and Bakeries

Dear Noah,

Yesterday morning after the school bus carried you and Emmy off to a day of your own and I began the walk home from the bus stop, my senses were shaken by the scent of bus fumes and the sweet smell of pastries.  An odd, unexpected combination, but one that I was familiar with, and it caused me to stop in my tracks.  I had been transported back to my life in Italy, where each day I experienced this noxious perfume as I walked the streets of Bologna.  I hated it then, but a part of me grieves for it now.  And I didn't want the smell to dissipate as I began walking again back home.

But Now is this:



Watching you Eat Ice Cream Sundaes off your head....








Celebrating 15 years of marriage in Grand Cayman...


Caring for this little "Baby Cushion" twice a week...




and Celebrating Birthdays...


All good stuff.  And none of it would I trade for even an afternoon back in Italy.  Even if there is a bakery trip included.
 
Love,
Mommy