When bad things like Boston happen, it sharpens the lens on your own life to make you realize how incredibly lucky you are. It makes you grateful for things like a morning breakfast date complete with a latte and fancy dill cream cheese for your bagel; new friends who are more like old friends; a gloriously sunny day; riots of tulips; sharing a fun run with one of your best friends; races that involve free beer (even if you don't particularly like beer); husbands who love you even when you have an irrational over-the-phone meltdown; cobblestone streets lined with trees; and watching your best friend realize her dream of motherhood.
|Urban Farmhouse breakfast|
|Italian Garden at Maymont|
|Marcey and I at last night's Hardywood Twilight 4 Miler|
|Shockoe Slip, Richmond|
|Krystal and her new daughter, Elizabeth|
Born last Thursday, April 18
|Elizabeth and I|
Life - ain't it grand?