What I am really trying to say is: Happy Passover and Happy Easter. There is harmony between the two. Right after this photo was staged, the Peep dove into the matzoh ball soup and the two cuddled for awhile. And then I ate them.
I am telling you to have happy holidays about death (Jesus or your first-born… take your pick) early because tonight we leave for Italy for a week. We’re going to Florence and Tuscany and I suppose it’s our “Babymoon”. I hate the term babymoon but I love the sound of Tuscany. How can a place with that name not be beautiful? I have wanted to go for a long time and it was either that or South Africa and it seems that “in my condition” a 10-hour flight and safari might not be prudent. Bah.
So I hope you are wishing for us no earthquakes in the vicinity, lots of wine for Bryan, lots of pasta for me without boar, and the realization that after traveling to hundreds of places together, over ten years, with all the wide-eyed wonder of each place as more amazing than the last, the sleeping in and the lazy wanders, the mountain hikes and room service and beachside pina coladas, the churches and art and snowy moguls to conquer, the holding hands during takeoff and perfect meals and constant discoveries about places and ourselves… I hope you are wishing for us the realization that life, and traveling, will only get better with the +1.