When I lived in Florence for a semester in college, Ribollita was one of my favorite things to order at restaurants and my host mother would cook it for me once a week. It was a staple of the Tuscan diet and I became a huge fan. If you’ve never had it, it’s basically veggie soup with chunks of bread in it topped with more bread.
Technically, we become adults at 18, but lol to that. Most of us were still in high school at that age. Babies! At 21 we can drink but blacking out at a rooftop bar with 50 of your closest friends on your birthday (theoretically, of course) doesn't exactly scream adulthood. Our brains fully develop at 25, but at that age, I still felt like a kid in many ways.
How it's been half a year with our tiny man is beyond me but here we are, six months later. Madly in love. So complete. This baby is a gem of a human. He's so happy and smiley and chill. And a very different personality from his sister already. Not that she wasn't happy, he's just not quite as high maintenance as she was at this age :) Maybe it's a boy vs girl thing or a first vs second kid thing but he is no drama and I'm here for that.
Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. My extended family has a tradition of a full day of eating with many courses, including lasagne. This year we are hosting my mom, sister, brother-in-law, niece, and my in-laws which feels like a very adult thing to do! My sister and I have been talking, as sisters do, about what we're going to wear for the occasion and I boiled it down to one of these four dresses.
