I’m not trying to sound philosophical, I swear, but as I begin to embrace this new chapter of my life (you know, being married), it feels like the world around me is suddenly sparkling. I’m pretty sure our neighborhood nursery has always felt like wonderland and the Ben Franklin Bridge has been hiding a lucky pot of gold for as long as I’ve lived here, fuchsia flower boxes aren’t a thing of the future and we’ve indulged in our favorite gelato at mosaic tiled tables many times before. Yet somehow, I never noticed. Maybe the glow around me is really … just me. Happiness looks pretty good. Have a happy weekend!
