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The Daydream
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Hiya! It’s so nice to meet you. Let’s get you first time readers caught up… Here are a few posts to help you feel like you’ve known me forever.
Oh, and their is also good posts on BOOBIES (I used to have some fake ones, but now I don’t. It’s been an adventure, read on).
I have a dream life.
I mean, I have a dream-like life and also a daydream.
I want to tell you a little about each. Today,the daydream.
I’m, no we (I’m still getting used to the fact I have husband), are living in Italy. Somewhere in the south, perhaps Otranto, or maybe Procida.
We live in a villa with terra cota floors and two giant french doors. One facing east off the kitchen that leads to our porch where we sit every morning, welcoming the sun, drinking our cafe. The other, facing west off our bedroom, where we sit every evening, gazing at a sunset, eating fresh olives bought at market, sipping our red wine.
You know how much I love LOVE STORIES.
I have much to share from my own love story (today marks our 2 week wedding anniversary), like how we got through one of the most stressful things a new couple can do- joining bank accounts and paying bills- with enough fire and love and hope in our future to rip each other’s clothes off and make out-with the taste of stamps still on our lips. More on that later.
Hiya! It’s so nice to meet you. Let’s get you first time readers caught up… Here are a few posts to help you feel like you’ve known me forever.
Oh, and their is also good posts on BOOBIES (I used to have some fake ones, but now I don’t. It’s been an adventure, read on).
It took me a month to tell my parents I was pregnant.
Even though I was an adult, I felt like such a child, so unprepared to be a mother, so scared to death of being single to boot, so uncertain of how the rest of life was going to go.
In my heart of hearts I knew I could do it, but in my heart of hearts I also wanted a mentor, a role-model, someone– anyone-- who had done it before who could shine a light on the path before me, hold my hand when needed, and shout from megaphone “You can do it!”
I am so proud to call you my husband.
Proof that love stories are possible, not just for a single mom but for her children too.
Happy FIRST Father’s Day, you ‘ole pro.
Happy Father’s Day to all the single dad’s out there too…may somebody be making you a giant breakfast burrito right now.
P.S. A big Happy Father’s Day to MY dad, Buzz Siler, an artist, an inventor, the man who taught me that life is meant to be a great adventure and it is best lived when it is shared with those we love. He is the greatest dad & babbo in the world…and right now he and my mom are living our honeymoon in Greece. (They better be takin lots of pictures for us).
A lovely Friday afternoon surprise: while lost in a world of editing photos in an effort to try to make it as a successful portrait photographer, one of my long-lost soul sisters, @Bellissimatina, delighted me with the Honest Scrap Award.
I’m not usually known for jumping into blog memes, but this opportunity sounded fun.
The Honest Scrap award is given by other bloggers who consider a blog’s content or design to be brilliant. The awardee must then post ten honest things about themselves and pass the award on to other bloggers who fit the bill - in other words, whose blog is brilliant.
According to a woman in Georgia, there are four legends of the honeymoon.
Legend 1:
In ancient times, many of the first marriages were by capture, not choice. While the moon went through all its phases, (about 30 days) the unwilling bride and barbaric groom hid from the searchers and drank a brew made from honey.
Legend 2:
In ancient times, the Teuton weddings were only held under the full moon. After the wedding, the bride and groom would drink honey wine for thirty days. Therefore, the period immediately following the wedding became known as the honeymoon.
Legend 3:
Honeymoon - The word first appears in the 16th century. The honey is a reference to the sweetness of a new marriage. And the moon is not a reference to the lunar-based month. Implying you only get thirty days of marital bliss.
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