I have been reluctant to put fingers to keys, afraid, I think, that it will break the spell that was cast by our week in Italy. First, the backstory. Eight years ago in the summer, on a short flight from Boston to Martha’s Vineyard, I was seated beside Marc. I did something on that flight I rarely do: talked with my seatmate. Usually I put my headphones on, pull down my hat, a book or magazine. I like to read. I like to look at the clouds. It’s awkward to talk to someone sitting just inches from your shoulder.
Beautifully written, Melissa! What a joy-filled week it was. I loved getting to know you and Coco and what I am calling our Pistola family. Cherishing every moment and looking forward to a reunion before too long.❤️🇮🇹❤️
You write so beautifully….and the love lesson you shared through this peace is much appreciated.
Beautifully written, Melissa! What a joy-filled week it was. I loved getting to know you and Coco and what I am calling our Pistola family. Cherishing every moment and looking forward to a reunion before too long.❤️🇮🇹❤️
Wonderful reminder of what matters. I too had a weekend like this just this week. All that matters is love. Blessings, Mary Ellen
A beautiful piece from the heart from beautiful Melissa.
As always,a calm, insightful reflection of your true heart. Thank you Melissa. Salute’