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...
handwritten on August 8, 2019
My now sister-in-law and myself were discussing our favorite parts about various moments of the wedding weekend, and I have to say that my favorite part of today was really relishing in the arrival of relatives. Arrivals are such beautiful homecomings. And when you have not seen your family all together in quite some time-that arrival is the very best part.
And you know- as you are thinking to yourself outside when you are waiting- that when the wave of people begin coming, the days and the hours will pass by ever so quickly. Thus, the importance of the arrival is even more important to somehow bottle up the excitement and stop time ever so slightly to really think about how exciting the...
handwritten on August 7, 2019
Well, I have never in my life had more appreciation for those who bake. It truly is a physical and emotional labor of love. For those who bake for a living, I commend you. It's a science and a feel, a tender touch, a rolling love. It takes patience but also a lot of love.
I was making cookies with my husband's sister, and I have to say, we had the time of our lives. Sometimes, you need to just let loose. And with baking, you have to devote all of your love. The oven needs some tender loving care, the dough needs care and it requires full devotion. And there is nothing more whimsical than baking and dancing around the kitchen as you bake.
Watching cookies rise is a lot like watching your...
handwritten on August 5, 2019
When I was a child, I was the expert at the lead up. The anticipation of something exciting happening was quite literally more exciting than being present when that exciting "thing" was taking place (or at least the excitement was equal.) The build up was the magic before traveling to see family or beach vacations or neighborhood events. I thought about those lead ups each and every day contemplating the magic and the food and the festivities. I am unable to articulate when the "lead up" was swept away with the wind and the trees, but it certainly was.
I cannot tell you how many times I have heard others say as of recently, "It's coming so quickly, I didn't even have time to think about."...
