We saw a lot of our favorite sights and spent time in Boston, the North Shore and Portsmouth, NH. It was hot and humid but not unbearable. There was a lot of journeying down memory lane and remembering significant (and not so significant) events as we visited some of our favorite haunts. The highlight of the trip was standing with our dear friends Andrew and Megan (alongside Greg and Christine) as they baptized their two daughters, Lorien and Eden. The richness of the liturgy and the substance of our relationships made us realize how friendship is such a mercy in life. There was much to celebrate and we certainly did our best in that department.
So now we're back and I'm missing that special time in my life when I had dear friends in such close proximity that no planning was necessary and an unexpected knock on the door was always welcome. This new chapter of staying at home is filled with joy but it is often coupled with loneliness, which is only heightened when remembering what community in proximity looked like; where our neighbors were also some of our dearest friends. I'm sure things will settle in the next couple of days but for now I'm filled with a lot of memories that are bittersweet - gratitude for what we had and a little sadness for what we have left behind.
With that somewhat melancholy introduction, I give you some pics:
Portsmouth, NH. One of my favorite places to visit.
More Portsmouth. It's so quaint and laid back. Maybe I'll live here someday...
Singing Beach.
Dunkin Donuts coffee in Boston. It's addictive. I will only drink it in Boston (it's gross elsewhere) and I can't get enough. I drank an obscene amount in the course of six days and loved every drop.
At The Common Man in New Hampshire. A longtime favorite with a rustic feel and terrific food.
Ah, the North End. Let's eat.
Lucy loves lasagna. I mean, LOVE.
Dinners on the deck outdoors - so nice.
10 comments:
Beadie,
It was so REAL to read your post. I have often felt like that, especially since I am one to be slower in making deep friends. That type of friendship IS a mercy in life, and I'm glad you reminded me of that.
How I wish that I lived close enough to be that unexpected knock on your door.
so glad you are back. i love that language of friendships being a mercy in life. you are one of those in my life. i also feel a void in not having the depth of friendships where i live. i share this space with you.
i was just looking at pictures last night... of the three years i came to visit you and dave in boston.
did you eat the popper eggs in NH?
i hope we'll be hearing even more of your refections of your trip. i am glad you are back.
d
Sadly, I did not eat popper eggs but smelled the wonderful barbecque coming from the Muddy River. I thought of you.
We have some wonderful friends here in Seattle but proximity is always a little tough. It's a gift when you can walk down the street to a friend's house, borrow a cup of sugar and stay for an hour or two...I miss that.
BTW... aren't you glad you are a blogger? because i know you would have never taken a picture of your DD cup had you not been thinking of your blog.
I think you and Lisa need to nudge Erica to start a blog. I don't think she will be as tough as a nut to crack. Yes, I just called you a nut.
A picture of my DD cup? Oh man, sometimes you really shouldn't abbreviate...
If by "terrific" you mean weak, gross, and barely consumable, then you nailed it on the double D cup of Joe from the warmest place in the country to get a cup of coffee. 2nd only to picking out franks from the deli at Stop n Shop.
Edie, your post made me cry. I so miss all that...
Oh sorry, that anonymous person is me, Sarah.
I am glad you are back...
Edie, Thank you for the pics and memory lane. I'm so glad you told me about your blog, I love knowing what's inside your head. This is the first comment I've ever written!
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