We received a very special package last week. It had been in transit for two months. Italy is well-known for many things, but its postal system is not one of them.
When I opened the package, I found something wrapped in red and green striped Christmas paper. I began tearing into it as I walked out of the post office, and immediately started crying…again, in the post office. Well, technically, I was on the steps leaving the post office but I was in public nonetheless.
I knew what it was as soon as I saw the first edge of the book, and instead of looking through it by myself I waited for Paul to be with me so we could look through it together. It was so hard to not sit down on a bench and look at all the photos of friends I knew were waiting to be cried over.
We ate lunch at Mythos, a little Greek place. And yes, pasta and pizza get boring. As we waited for our gyros to arrive we slowly made our way through the pages of familiar faces that we cherish so much.
Faces that came to be so much more than friends.
Faces that cried and laughed with us…and sometimes at us.
Faces that played with our children.
Faces that we shared our lives with.
Beautiful faces that are loved, cherished and missed.
Thank you Lynsey for the beautiful gift.