Just Two Things

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.

Thirteen things I learned from my mother. 

Where were you on September 11, 2001?
Does this day hold any other significance for you ? 


  1. I will always remember the morning it happened. I was young, 13 years old and I didn't understand it then but I remember it all so clearly. My heart aches today for all the people who suffered loss, life and faith that day. Its unspeakable but I'm thankful our country was able to come together as one and it reminds us of what is most important in life. <3

  2. Oh wow. I didn't even know you lived in Italy… I think. Happy birthday to your mom. šŸ™‚
    I was getting ready to go to school when I found out. It was a dark and stormy day. Fitting.

  3. Your mom is precious! I remember it so vividly. I was in the 7th grade, in English class when I heard about it. So so sad. :[

  4. That must have been a very interesting experience to be in a different country on 9/11.

    I was a sophmore in college, living in the dorms. My mom called, waking me up, to tell me to turn on the news.

    And believe it or not, today is one of my good friends' first wedding anniversary.

  5. I was seven years old and in second grade. I remember where I was (checking out a book from the school library) and what I was wearing – down to the white socks with lace on the edge I had on – when I saw footage on a little tv the librarian had of one of the towers being hit. I had no idea at the time what was going on and it amazes me that even still, my brain can recall that exact moment so clearly.

  6. Happy Birthday to your mother. I remember this day 11 years ago so vividly. I remember 6th grade English class & being called out because my parents was taking me home.

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