So, last week my husband and I celebrated our 9 year wedding anniversary. We're not usually big on celebrations, I celebrate the fact that this wonderful man found me and married me every single day of my life. I appreciate that he not only accepts me for who I am, which I know isn't always the easiest thing, but loves me in spite of it. This weeklend we made plans to go into Manhattan. Every year the Dowling Lacrosse team runs in the Tunnel to Towers run, and every year since 9/11 I have been occupied the day of the race,or the heavens have been pouring down from the sky, and have not been able to be a part, and have regreted it every year. This year I arranged my schedule, woke up at the crack of dawn, and traveled with the team into Manhattan. As they took the shuttle bus over to the Tunnel, I set myself along the race route, and was able to shoot some of the most emotional photography I shot in a long time. After the race was over, and the Dowling boys clapped through the finish line my husband and I took the subway over to Brooklyn. The plan was to go to the Brooklyn Flea and have brunch. What we stumbled upon was the beginning of the most amazing day ever. The best anniversary since my first! And the best gift I ever could have hoped for.
Sometimes I think I'd be better off closing up shop on this little blog of mine. Just composing one of those nice posts that say that my time here has helped me grow and I am now moving on to bigger and better things. But of course all that would be a lie. Number one, because I'n not moving on to anything but laziness And I know I've said it a few times in the past, and I'm over joyed with the fact that people actually stop by here on a regular basis, but the fact be told, this place is for me. A place that, even if I don't drop by as often as I have in the past, and even if I don't eek out projects to post or contests to join, or groups to post along with as much as i used to, it's still a safe place for me. I know that it's here, waiting for me, like an old friend, with a glass of wine and an afghan, waiting to hear what I have to say, to listen to me complain, without judging. A place to post the photos that I like, not the ones I think i need to show, to drum up business, but the ones that stir emotion in my heart. So as I say good bye to things in my life that I'm not quite ready to say good bye to, and say hello to things that I welcome with open arms, I find myself here, with my old blog, and sigh a sigh of relief that I haven't closed this wonderful chapter of my life...
Hello to Dakota's new brother who we will hopefully one day be watching win Best in Show.
Hello to trying new recipes that I never thought I would, because the thought of a candy thermometer frightened me.
Hello to the colors of fall that excite the eye and beg to be photographed.
And say good bye to the joys that summer brought, like my very last harvest of veggies.
and good bye to these two ladies who made every day of my working life that much more worth it. I will miss them everyday, thank God they will not be that far away. Good bye to tank tops and breezy skirts, hello to boots and cozy cashmere sweaters. Good bye to AC and hello to wide open windows. Good bye to salads and Fra-vo-ice, and hello to heart warming soups and Chai Lattes....
there is a little something brewing on the back burner, with this lovely lady, but it's too soon to talk about just yet. I hate to jinx things but If it works out it will be our dreams come true!
In honor of Kristin, who used to honor us with these amazing cupcakes for every event, launch and birthday known to Apple, I decided that they would be the perfect thing to bring to Bradstock. And as if she were smiling down on us, giving us the most beautiful weather, for one of the best days of music and friendship I've had in a long, long time.
As the music played on, late into the night, and the sun set over the water, I was reminded once more of how lucky I am to live here, where i live, surrounded by the best people on earth. And reminded again how short life can sometimes be.