Saturday, July 7, 2007
I couldn't believe the pink to purple to blue in my favorite flowers, here, outside the Four Seasons in Prague. Jillson, H is for Hydrangea.
B is for the Best Damn Margarita I've had since moving to Europe. A halleluja moment for the Gutsy Mom. Did I mention they also had guacamole? Jillsie loved it, too. We ate here three nights in a row.
R is for Red Sox. YEEHAW!!!!!!!!!!!!
F is for Family. (Check out Miss Loungey with her feet kicked up!)
"Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life." -- Albert Einstein
I was lucky to stumble upon this quotation today after my run, and it made me grin from ear to ear. As my daughter approaches her first birthday, and as we three approach the start of my husband's Ridiculously Long Business Trip (RLBT), I really find I am rejoicing with my family in every little thing we do together, whenever, wherever I can. Those two creatures make my heart overflow with love; life truly is a beautiful land.
This land is also populated by a rare and wonderful species: good friends. See Covie and Matt, above, with the yummy crazy drinks, pictured at our favorite restaurant in Prague, called Cantina. How cool is it to have become a person who can have a favorite restaurant in Prague? Friends like Covie and Matt, who are really more family than friends, also make this land beautiful. Know what they did? They came all the way over here on their vacation, after I hadn't seen them for over a year, and we all traipsed off to Prague together, and they were AMAZING with the Jilly Bean. She just loved her Aunt Covie and Uncle Matt. And what a treat it was for me and my hubby to have two extra sets of hands around for the pass off!
We love you and we miss you, Aunt Covie and Uncle Matt!
A special shout out now to the Gutsy Dad. As he prepares for his RLBT, he's been working really long hours. We were sad but understanding when we learned that he couldn't join us in Prague. (The plan had been for us to go ahead midweek and he would join us on the weekend.) Weren't we surprised to wake up that Saturday morning in Prague to have Papa knocking on our hotel door! (Actually to say we woke up to the Gutsy Dad is not accurate. He arrived while I was in the shower and Jills was still asleep in her travel crib. It's a bit disturbing to me that whilst I was showering he came into the room, woke Jillsie, changed her diaper, put her back into her crib, and exited the room, knowing that if I stepped out of the shower and found him standing there I probably would've passed out from shock. It was shocking enough to have someone knock on your door when you are just in your towel and only have one contact lens in...)
Anyway, bottom line, points for you, Gutsy Dad!