I haven't had the chance to recap our Boston anniversary trip yet, but it was amazing. If you haven't visited that beautiful city yet, I highly recommend a trip there. Every turn was incredible and my husband and I loved it.
We took an Old Town Trolley Tour which let us hop on and hop off a bus to see the sights of Boston and loved it. We got a variety of tour guides since we got on and off quite a bit. We made sure to do see absolutely everything that was on the top of our list and then got back on to ride through and make some additional stops after that.
The very last tour guide we had was an Italian man named Hugo. The first thing I noticed about him was his infectious personality. I couldn't stop smiling the entire time he talked and to make things even more awesome, his tip hat had a picture of his daughter on it and said "Emma's College Tuition Fund".
At one point he started talking about how furious other Boston drivers get and how he just tries to let it go and screaming isn't going to do any good. He told a story about his sweet Italian grandmother and that when crazy things were going on in the world she would smile and stand in the kitchen saying "What you gonna do? Stir the sauce!" Hugo said it was her answer for anything and everything.
I couldn't stop thinking about it the rest of the day and even since then. What a great outlook and an awesome way to live life. We can't control most things that happen to us, so why get worked up? They won't change by getting mad and they certainly won't get better.
On Wednesday, to put it mildly our family's world was rocked. My husband suffered from a medical issue that will take us all time to recover from, but especially him. I keep questioning why this has happened, especially since no medical evidence has been given to back up what happened. They're telling us there is no reason why what happened should have in fact happened. So what am I gonna do? Be mad about it? Maybe once in awhile. Cry? Occasionally. I'm emotional, so that's a given. But I can't do anything except be his cheerleader. I've always wanted to be one, so that's pretty cool...here's my big shot.
We're just gonna stir the sauce. I keep saying hour by hour...because that's all I can focus on.
Things around these parts may be a little sparse for the next...well, I don't know long. We are in the midst of figuring out our new normal. I find routines necessary, and right now I don't have one, but we are making it work.
I'm sorry I haven't been reading many of your blogs lately and still haven't responded to several comments and e-mails for the past few weeks. Your patience is appreciated during these crazy times. I don't like to ask for much...ever, but if you have a second to send some prayers up or put a positive thought in your mind for my family I would appreciate it more than you know.
Chuck will be okay. He's tough and he's stubborn too, so there's no stopping him. One hour at a time...just stir the sauce!
Hope you all have a wonderful week!