December 3

Adam and I enjoyed a lovely dinner out at one of our usual spots downtown. (Strizzi's, Abby.)

When we headed back out to the car after we'd taken our last bites of chicken parmesan (me) and lasagna (him) and settled the check, I was struck once again by the loveliness of our little town. It may not snow where we are, but with the winter-themed lights and the soon-to-be-lit Christmas tree that stretches high above Main Street, it's a charming, vaguely old-timey place to call home. 

And I am grateful for that sense of vintage sweetness.