Today I had some cute pictures of a new favorite shirt for you, but things like that seem petty when framed in light of what today marks. So instead I just have two thoughts for you, and maybe you’ll get an outfit post tomorrow.
1. Eleven years ago I was licking grapefruit gelato in the piazza of Orvieto, a small Italian town tucked into the hillside. Two tourists on the steps of the duomo told us the news. It was the first time I’d seen fear in my father’s eyes. I was too young to know, and too removed to really feel anything but confusion. We moved to America three months later. Today, It is with this reverence we commemorate the brave men and women who died, and those who risked their lives trying to save those who didn’t.
|Taken at our wedding last August.|
2. Eleven years ago that cone filled with gelato was to celebrate my mother’s 39th birthday. Today we’re celebrating 50 wonderful years. Happy Birthday to a mom who has given me the best role model as a mother, a student, a wife, a disciple, and as a friend. People telling me I’m anything like you is the biggest compliment. I love you for who you are, and for who you are still helping me to be. Happy Birthday.