I needed to hear this quote today. The fact that it was delivered with a photo of Hazel in the treetops* was purely gravy.
*probably worth noting, this tree had no trunk - z was only about 12 inches off the ground :)
Believe you can and you’re halfway there.
Freddy Mercury, hazel’s goldfish died this week. Poor guy. She pulled me into her bathroom this morning and pointed out that she had rearranged the decals (that were on the wall when we moved in).
"Look! They are swimming up to fish heaven to say Gbye to Freddy!" 🐟💛
Hey sis, this one is for you!
Today was a supremely shitty day. Work stuff.
But my people were….like, everything I could have hoped for in a support system.
A headwind blew at work. My team immediately activated - energy focused on getting to yes. It’s so helpful to have people, by your side, pulling.
Then a vertical-wide happy hour to mark the end of quarterly planning. A pair of margarita-type drinks, and a conversation with my work-girls about our careers. Development plans are due at the end of the week…so we are all wrestling with defining 5,10,20 yr goals. We talked about the parts of our jobs that didn’t feel like work….and used that as inspiration for career arcs. It was such a good talk.
Home to the family.
There was a bouquet of roses on the counter. And Simon had the iron waffle all fired up. It was breakfast for dinner night. God I love him.
He kissed me as I walked in. And when he asked if I was alright, he meant it. The disappointing news from my day, weighed on his shoulders (our wins, and losses, are shared).
Hazel put up a royal fight at bedtime. (Yeah, we are in that phase.)After some advanced negotiation, we agreed on one story and one song before she retired for the night.
Simon & I sang Edelweiss. Totally nailed it.
And then he kneeled down by the side of her bed and told her a story. (The one when he was 5 and uncle Andrew was 2 and they knocked the car out of park and rolled down a hill…Grandma H chased the car and jumped in, saving the day.)
I stood outside her door, listening.
For the first time all day, the pounding in my head lulled.
I am so thankful for them, for my family…
For the people who make bad days better.
My dad taught me about love…
and just how far it stretches.
He taught me about running really long distances and skiing on your edges. He taught me about the inner-ear and compounding interest and the best Italian Ice stand in the city. He also taught me just how many carnival tickets it takes to win his granddaughters prizes in the Frog Bog game.
He taught me the 3 rules: Work Hard. Be Sweet. Do Your Best.
Related: He taught me about hard work
and extra effort
He taught me that if you love your partner, conversation can flow for a lifetime. And he taught me that family comes first, always. What a wonderful thing for a father to teach his Children.
Dad, I love you from the bottom of my heart. Happy Father’s Day.
This is one of my favorite pictures. It captures things…
His warmth. His easiness. His I’ve-got-my-girls-ness.
The way that just being near him makes things better, for all of us.
And the way he fits so naturally into the role of dad (his years as a teacher, serve him daily)
But there is no way this could ever capture how much I love my guy. Happy Father’s day, Simon. Yours is such a great hand to hold.
Happy 80th to my beautiful, Mimi!
A working mother to 7 kids (6 boys) - my grandmother is an example of strength. On days when I feel overwhelmed by the things on my plate, I often think of her… think of the sheer amount of effort and love my Mimi put into her family.
Being a part of a big close Italian family is on of my life’s greatest joys. Mimi, thank you. You have made so many lives happy, by just being you.
We love you so much.
Leo’s 1st Birthday Party - a family picnic in the park!