Breaking up

Dear S.M.,

I feel terribly doing this so openly and honestly, but I need to admit that our affair must end.

It has been a great many years together.  From Somerville to Brookline to Newton, you stayed a constant part of my life.  We had early morning get-togethers and very late night rendezvous'.  Whenever I needed you, you welcomed me.  You shielded me from the rain.  You provided me with home cooked meals.  You listened when I complained.  You even encouraged a loving relationship with my children.  They will miss you.  (And Ari is still so sorry he broke one of your vases.)

But I gotta admit, you became stale, and I found a new love.  I'm sorry to tell you, but I haven't felt this excited or this energized in a long time.   I think about you in the morning as I make my breakfast.  And I dream about your nuts when I go to sleep at night.  And I'll do just about anything to visit you every single day.

It's time to make our split official.  Goodbye Star Market.  It's been real.

And hello Wegman's!  I adore you.

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3-2-1

There are so many funny stories to share. 

There's the one about my husband sending me to get Ari a haircut and texting me a pic of David Beckham to use as a guide for the stylist.  (Needless to say, my son is gorgeous, but he looks as much like DB as I look like Posh Spice.)

Oh, and then there's the story of Alison trying to do everything just like her big brother...and Ari trying to help her be just like him.

And speaking of trying to be something we're not, there was that time I used a flat iron on my 20-month old:

So you see, the past weeks have seen lots of laughs and tons of fun and an explosion of love between my two amazing kids.

But wanna know what's most exciting?  9 more weeks.  3 more rounds.  2 years almost done and done.  Adios chemo.  Soon we'll really have something big to smile (and blog) about.

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