The beginning of the end of this December whirlwind trip found us at Fenway en route to BU, my old stomping grounds.
For that whole Freshman year I lived right down the street from the "Green Monster" so it was fun to show the girls.
Then it was on to West Campus where my dorm was all those years ago.
I'd like to introduce...my old dorm:
This was my view right out to the football field:
Warren Towers where my friend Natica lived...
From there it was off to the Boston Fine Arts Museum where I really fell head-over-heels in love with art (more about that back HERE).
I still need to whip out those papers I wrote and read them to my girls. And bore them to tears. Ha!
The kids were most excited about reenacting scenes from the paintings:
They loved this one:
Here's their pose:
Pretty cool right?
We paid a visit to John Harvard and touched his toe...
This picture is a reminder how COLD it was. Oh boy!
Here's a flashback to Elle and Lu's jump way back when. Not sure where Max's is...
Have I mentioned how incredible my sister is.
We need to pause right here, right now, and link up to her for a second. She has written a great synopsis over HERE about what she and her family are doing in California right now, and it's far better than I could explain, so there you go.
And she is the most beautiful writer. Enjoy.
Ok, back to Boston...
I LOVED that place, small enough to really take it in, and filled with such great art.
Isn't this next one such a cool perspective?
This is a blanket made of rose petals:
After Harvard we were ready for some serious hot cocoa to warm up our bones again...
We couldn't decide between Wagamama and Shake Shack for dinner so we had a little at both:
...and these girls had a laugh attack right there at Wagamama.
I get to be "mother" to them.
I am the luckiest.
On Sunday we had a low-key morning before we had to take off.
But mostly for FAMILY, and that this particular one took so much of their crazy Christmas/getting-ready-to-move hoopla to soak it all in with us for one of their last times in a while.
As we flew off en route back to the desert I got totally teary thinking about how grateful I was that we got to do that. Right then. Right there.
Love you Shumways!
(Remember to check out Saydi's blog over here if you want to follow along with their new adventure.)