home is wherever i’m with you

{Home}
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

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Everything about this song reminds me of my friends from high school whom I ADORE.

It started playing on my Pandora yesterday morning as I drove to work and it made me miss my friends so much I actually started crying. At 7:00 in the morning I was balling my eyes out behind the wheel of my car.

No BIG deal.

Sometimes this happens to me when a certain song comes on, or there’s a sappy commercial on TV, or when Ellen and Jeanie help change someone’s life, and also in any episode of Grey’s Anatomy there ever was.

I just simply cannot help myself. My emotions run high and I find myself choking back tears. Realistically, this happens about once a week. Usually, it’s good tears. Good, happy, heart-strings-pulling tears. But every once in awhile I get some sad ones in there too.

Yesterday I was mostly sad because I’m missing Bailey’s baby shower this weekend and I wish so badly I could be there. I miss my friends terribly right now and hate sometimes how we are scattered about here and there and everywhere. I wish we could all just magically arrive and be together and be laughing and making memories. My first friend to have a baby and I’m missing the shower!

But at the same time yesterday I was crying happy tears. Because this song makes me utterly joyous and reminds me of the goodness of our friendship, and the best times we’ve had, and how lucky I am to have found such amazing women. And how soon, soon! we will have a baby to visit and hold and love.

Happy and sad tears were happening yesterday morning and I just needed to cry it out.

So thank you, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros for your perfect song that never fails to take me home to my friends just when I need it the most.

{photo a day}: something old

23. Something old
{my great grandmother Anna’s bracelet}
January 23, 2012

This bracelet was given to me by my mother when I was young, and before it was hers, it belonged to her grandmother, Anna Lawko, whom I was named after. Her mother (Anna’s) lived in Czechoslovakia before coming to Ellis Island as an immigrant.

It means so much to me to have this bracelet, to have this piece of history and the past.

In truth, I was named after both my great-grandmothers, which makes it even more special:

Anna Lawko (my mother’s mother’s mother) and Anna Sehl (my father’s father’s mother).

Someday I hope to write out my whole family tree– It’s important, don’t you think?

I love my name and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Who were you named after? Is there a story behind how you got your name?

isabel and alistair

When I first moved to Boston right after college, I was a nanny.

I found this amazing family in Charlestown and worked at their house for a year and a half. Isabel was 16 months when I first arrived, and there was a little sprout just cookin’ in the oven. Alistair was born just shy of 2 months after I began.

I fell in love with these kids, as nannies often do. If you’re lucky, you become a part of the family.

And I was lucky.

They were (and are) the two sweetest little kids.

I loved that job. And I loved that family.

I’ve kept in touch the best I can. Sometimes we see each other a lot, and other times months go by before we get together. It’s the way of life I guess, but more than anything, I miss them.

A few years ago, I was asked to be Alistair’s godmother. Of course, I accepted, and I have never felt so honored. We used to call him monkey. He was walking at 8 months and he never stopped jumping! At his baptism he was 3 years old, and he wouldn’t sit still the entire time.

He’s a pretty special kid:

“Anna, watch me wink!”

Mostly, I am just so thankful to still be a part of their lives. I love watching them grow, and they are growing so fast before my eyes.

The other day Meg and I went over to visit and have dinner.

We met their new dog Otis and watched them play together like best friends do.

I love how they are so close. Just like me and Meg.

And most of all, I love how evident it is that they still love me, how I’m still important to them even though I’m not around much.

That means the most to me.

Alistair had a surprise birthday last year and as soon as he walked in the room and everyone shouted HAPPY BIRTHDAY!, Isabel ran up to him and said in the cutest voice, “Alistair, Anna’s here!”

And that kid ran up to me so quick and jumped into my arms.

There is nothing more satisfying than that.

I love you, I-bell and Monkey. I love you to the moon. 

{photo a day}: childhood + memories

{10. Childhood}

Childhood.

Sweet, sweet, childhood.

Sometimes I miss mine so much I get emotional. I am one of those nostalgic people that remembers smells and songs and feelings. To me, there is nothing better than pouring through old photo albums and home videos remembering the olden days. And there are many moments when I would give anything to just be little and free and innocent again.

Does this ever happen to you?

My childhood is a time I’d like to go back to because to me, it was perfect. It’s the ground work for everything I am today. It’s why I am a teacher, and a creative thinker, and a friend. And the more I look back on it, the more wonderful it seems.

Yes, we fought.

Yes, there were lots of tears.

There was screaming and yelling and pulling hair.

There were cliques and bullies, alike.

And yes, there were middle school days where feelings were hurt and self consciousness kicked in.

Did I ever I hate what puberty did to my skin.

But above all that there were smiles.

There were silly friendships and laughs and inside jokes.

There was happiness.

And this feeling like you could do anything.

Days like today and last night, when I was going through old pictures, I was brought back to those days of innocence. Those days of pure bliss. Nothing to worry about except what time you had to be home for dinner.

I was filled with memories of my parents and my cousins and my childhood friends.

I remember my fifth birthday, my aunt Heidi and Grammy drove up all the way from CT to surprise me. We have an old home video and the excitement that’s evident is the best thing to watch. I could watch it over and over and over and it never gets old. I’m like a kid in a candy store that just found the jackpot.

And I remember when I was twelve I went to Disney World for the very first time. I know everybody says it’s magic, but for me on that trip it really was magic. In every sense of the word. And I rejoice in the day that I get to go back and experience it all over again, taking me back to that feeling of pure contentment.

We spent summers weekends at the Lake, racing down the dock and throwing ourselves into the cold, sweet water.

Family trips to Vermont and the Adirondacks?

We owned the world.

I remember carpool rides with friends and days spent playing in the summer sun.

I remember pouring buckets and buckets full of water on the ants in our driveway. Wondering if they’d sink or swim.

I remember bike riding through the busy streets and grabbing ice cream in a cone.

(Mint-chocolate chip was my go-to. MMMMmm.)

One time I buried a dead frog under a tree.

And one time I was going too fast on my bike and I took a face-plant into the pavement.

I screamed like there was no tomorrow.

We’d explore down at the creek behind our house,

and run through the sprinkler in the front lawn,

and always, always we made forts in the dining room out of blankets and chairs.

We’d play dress up, and barbies, and ballet.

And we’d put Annie on the turn table and sing our hearts OUT.

Those were the good old days.

In her memories there is family. And in her memories there is laughing.
And there is love, and joy, and tears. 
She has taken these memories and placed them inside of her. 

The good old days.

Memories I hold tight to my heart.