December 9

It was a busy evening in our charming little downtown area, but after we finally snagged a parking spot along a side street, Adam and I made our way to one of our favorite eateries, where we enjoyed a pleasant dinner together.

And then after we'd swapped tales of our respective days and used bread to mop us the last smackerels of our lasagna and rigatoni, we once again zipped up our vests and braved the chilly night air to head back to the car.

Along the way, I decided we should stop and take a photo with the town Christmas tree in all of its glowy glory, so here we are. 

I don't ruminate on it often, but it's a blessing to live in a nice town. It's not perfect because nothing is, but I believe that most of the people here are good folks who care about others. So for that, I am thankful.