i belong with you/you belong with me

Good morning, chickadees.

And thanks for hanging in there with me yesterday.

It feels good to get.it.out and also to know there’s a crowd of people behind you who feel the same way.

Faith in humanity restored.

And that leads us straight into Wednesday.

Which is a day of early morning meetings, dirty kitchens (and making peace with them) and another skipped appointment with the gym.

Tomorrow, YMCA, I promise I’ll show you my face.

Last night, V & JB came over for dinner, wine, hoppy beer sampling, and generally good conversation.

They’ve got a trip to Italy coming right up, and so we discussed things that I insisted they eat, see, and swoon over while they’re there.

Just promise me that you’ll tell me Rome is your favorite even if it’s not, was my irrational plea.

I imagine the way I love Rome is the way I’ll love my first-born child.

I realize this is crazy.

And that’s why I think it’s probably true.

Rome’s probably not going to be my favorite, JB said immediately.

It’s important to have friends who keep you honest, chickens.

I still hope he’s wrong.

And now it’s time to hit the ground running, chickens.

Enjoy that sunshine if you’ve got it.



Filed under Chicago, Good times, Reflections, Things that are delicious

2 responses to “i belong with you/you belong with me

  1. I bet you could consider ‘Rome’ as a good name for a first child… just throwing it out there.

    Yes, I’m a genius.

  2. Rome is already my favorite and we haven’t even been properly introduced yet. 😉 When I finally book my trip to Italy I’m hoping you’ll give me some pointers!

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