I just got back from six (adjective omitted) days in Las Vegas. Business. At least four of those I never saw daylight.
And on Thursday we were given the generous gift of a free day. As I sat in St. Mark’s Square, sipping my cappuccino made at a gelato stand where they had never heard of an affogato, I sat on a bench and stared up at the infamous clock tower. And at that moment it came to me like a message from above:
Mentally, logistically, financially… this is the difference between 2 kids and 3.
St. Mark’s Square
“St. Mark’s Square”