My mother came for a wonderful two weeks, Luca was in seventh heaven, but did not understand when she had to go home. He thought the guest bed was hers. forever.
He knows now though when it gets hot out, we get go Gam and Pops'. He wakes up every morning to ask if its hot out yet...
Marco also has been away and studying his bum off for a license that allows him to captain bigger and more powerful motor yachts. The exam is 100% in english .
Needless to say he passed with flying colors. duh.
Now winter has passed and flowers are blooming. Time flies so fast it makes me want to capture and treasure each moment, its hard not live the present and think or worry about the future and what is to come, or the to do lists, and what hasn't been done, and what needs to be done. I keep having to remind myself to really enjoy the "now". These "now" moments will never come back, we can repeat them, but they won't be the same.
And I'm talking about the moments where you truly thank the world for your blessings.
Heres to those moments and many more to come.
|outside every afternoon in our condo courtyard with our neighbor|
|in Sirmione on a castle with Gam!|
|tea and chocolate time|
|Venice island with my monkey, carnevale #2|
|I think they might be ready for the puppet show|
|feeding the birds on Lake Garda. He could have spent the whole afternoon there, and evening.|
|more bird feeding|
|kisses on tops of castles|
|cozy homemade dinner at our B&B in Sirmione|
|most of that ice cream did made it only to his jacket|
|out and about in Venice|
|a perfect evening|
|go cart racing. thank god you could not smell them. (the cars, not L and M:)|
|how Luc hides Marco|
|monkey see, monkey do|
|coming home from the circus after the second half was cancelled. for obvious reasons. the 5 minute ride home took an hour.|
|pulling out all the tricks|
|morning play with Papa'|
|Lucas chocolate chapstick obsession|
|wintertime or shitty weather indoor kids area. thank goodness for them, let me tell ya|
|post dinner gelato|
|Lucas "dance" class|
|afternoon treats with friends|
|skipping school to escape into Venice|
|this little light of mine|
|my screen deprived son, makes his own television and sits in front of it.|
|in his magical worlds|
|into his literature|
|binoculars, his cat, his dog and his swing. nuf said|