handwritten on August 15, 2019
Look at a space inhabited by an individual and you will find that space is reminiscent of who that person is on the inside and the outside. The beauty about an inhabited space is it tells the hidden story of countless individuals. You can see the stories in the pictures, the colors, the tapestries, the filled space and the space left empty. Some find completely covered walls a source of comfort whereas others find comfort in the blank canvases and spaces that will one day be filled with just the right portrait.
The beauty about being a teacher is we are allowed the time to recreate ourselves every year. There are certainly teachers who generally have the same aesthetic year after year, but...
handwritten on August 12, 2019
I think one of the greatest gifts we can offer ourselves, are the gift of life extensions. Extensions in the sense that we create more time for something good. Like that vacation? Extend it a few days with a new trip. That Wedding? Extend your family time with a day extra of something special. Extensions are always critical and conscious realizations that we need to make more time for the good in the world and despite the fact that we complain "time is out of our control," well-all great extensions are proof that time is very much within our control-if we wish it to be.
The beauty of a wedding is always astounding. However, the aftermath is always a bit of a let down. Not in the sense that...
handwritten on August 11, 2019
Well today was the day we woke up and ate breakfast with Grandpa and Grandma and said farewell as the majority of our family members headed back to their homes. It's always amazing to me just how quickly beautiful beautiful moments come to an end.
My uncle just recently posted a picture, and it certainly made me tear up as I thought about how possible the impossible became as this wedding drew nearer at the end of the summer. About one year ago and five months, I was married and I remember thinking on my wedding day-I'm so happy Grandma and Grandpa were abe to make it. But I never thought they would be present for my brother's wedding until he became engaged about a few months after I was...
handwritten on August 10, 2019
Probably for 27 years now I have found myself in multiple situations where someone asks “what is the most unique, the most special thing you can tell us about yourself” and for job interviews and summer camps, first days of school, yearbook entries and newsletters my response has always been the same: I’m a twin. And even when years passed and those same friends asked me that same question...I would still respond with a smile and a steadfast grin and say “I’m a twin.” Because out of all the things that I am...this is the one part of my identity I am most proud of.
For those of you who don’t know me. I’m Bri Amoscato “Nick’s twin.” And I’ve been introducing myself as this for as long as I...
handwritten on August 9, 2019
Today was the day of the dress rehearsal at the church and the most beautiful sun-kissed day to have our rehearsal dinner before the big day. I've spent a lot of time this year contemplating the deeper whimsy behind movements and actions, ideas and decisions but very rarely do I think or even talk about the appearance of whimsy. The whimsy that is not necessarily hidden but is very obviously shining before our eyes allowing us to feel all things beautiful.
As we stepped into the barn to set up the rehearsal dinner, and we turned on the lights, it was one of the most whimsical pictures one could every hope to capture. With the wooden door cracked open, rays of light snuck through and...
