One of the things I’ve missed since I stopped blogging is connecting with other people and reading their blogs. It just makes life more interesting to hear what people are doing in different parts of the world. From my own perspective, I find that I pay better attention to what’s going on around me and look more closely at my daily encounters so that I can write about them later. I’ve always felt like writing adds another dimension to my existence, and I take comfort in the thought that maybe some of my words may live on, even if it is just on an old notepad my kids stumble upon, or floating around on the internet. After my brother passed away I came across an old paper bag that had his Subway order written on it, along with all of our orders. Just seeing something he had jotted down was enough to revive his memory for a few minutes.
Last night I went out to dinner with my two daughters — a belated Mother’s Day celebration. I don’t know about any of you, but being with my two grown girls is bliss to me. I wasn’t close to my own mother, so it makes me especially happy to have such a strong bond with them. They are in their 30s and I love how passionate they are about wanting to make a difference in the world. We split a bottle of Rose and each ordered our own personal pizza. Our choices in pizza revealed much about who we are at this stage in life – one with arugula, balsamic vinaigrette, and grapes on it, one with all the veggies and meats, and mine a simple Margherita pizza. I always fancied myself to be the one who liked to try different things, but these days I stick with what I know I will like, and that will like me back.
I never thought we would all be living in the same city again, but that is how it is, for now, so I will enjoy it while it lasts.