Monday,Monday

I knew this would be hard, this whole writing religiously every day thing. Even keeping to a schedule of the every other day thing seems like a lot.

It is certainly not for lack of things to say, mind you, because rest assured, there's plenty to gripe about, philosophies forming daily, and altogether great moments that weave themselves into weeks, months, and really before we all know it, years.

Yesterday I had a day off (my random week-to-week scheduling is less-than ideal!) and my family made a great outing in the North End of Boston. My mom's shoulder/back problem slowed us down, however I had to put into perspective my family has never been the go-get-'em outdoorsy Sear's Coleman Family (see photo).

But it was a fine pace nonetheless.

Naturally we indulged in great Italian cuisine. I ordered a thin-crust pizza with basil, tomato and prosciutto... once again reminding me of my months in Florence last fall. Surprise, prosciutto still makes me gag, but it was pretty good! Dinner was followed by some classic Mike's Pastry, with a GIANT whoopie pie. (pic i will upload when I'm not so lazy)

But it was good. No, it was great. Shared some laughs, good food, and mainly time. As I finished the night bawling to the touching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (gotta love that sensitive side!), and there is the insinuation of little 12-year old Bailey has passed away from Leukemia, that all we have is the little things.

"Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things like wearing these pants or getting to a new level of Dragon's Lair - making those count for more than the bad stuff. Maybe we just get through it... and that's all we can ask for. "

So, I will continue to write, if not to remember just this sentiment.

Lots of love!