Friday, December 21, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saying Goodbye, New Beginnings
We're moving. We've moved. I'm actually not sure exactly where we are on that continuum right now (it's been a multi-step process . . .), but the wheels are definitely in motion. Mr. Curly Rosen and I decided to pack up our lovely San Francisco home and move to the 'burbs. I am excited about what is to come -- a brand new house that is all ours, grass for Freddy to run in, and even more big changes (which I will blog about soon!). But, transitions are hard, and this one has not been easy for any of us.
I bought our lovely City pad as a single woman making the transition back to the Bay Area after many years of moving in and out of the area. It was the largest purchase I had ever made on my own, and I was so proud and happy to have a space that was mine. During those single times, I had a raging housewarming party, welcomed Book Club friends into my home, and had a quiet, beautiful space to come home to after long hours at the law firm. The view of the water and Coit Tower never got old. It still hasn't.
About six months after moving in, I met Mr. Curly Rosen. We spent some of our early dates in my neighborhood. A first kiss at a North Beach bar. A wine night on Hyde Street cuddled up on a couch. He asked me to be his girlfriend in my living room. He slowly made himself more at home in my home. We adopted Freddy just six months after meeting. We brought Freddy home to my City home, and he grew to love it, too.
Again about six months later (I sense a pattern here), new firsts happened. Mr. Curly Rosen asked me to marry him. We planned our wedding. He officially moved in. We melded our lives more and more together, with my home becoming our home. He got a man room. I didn't have to give up closet space.
Right after we got married, Mr. Curly Rosen carried me over the threshold into our apartment. We set off on our African honeymoon adventure and came home after a beautiful, magical three weeks to our City by the Bay. I started a new job. Months later, we found out we were (are) expecting, and I got to share the news with him in our kitchen.
Looking back, my years in my lovely City abode brought the most change and the most joy of any that I have known. I imagine that is the main reason that it is so hard to say goodbye to our beautiful home. Luckily, I get to bring that joy (Mr. Curly Rosen and little pup) with me down to the suburbs.
So, to you, pretty City place -- thank you for being the home of my independence, and later, the incubator of my precious family. You will be missed . . .
I bought our lovely City pad as a single woman making the transition back to the Bay Area after many years of moving in and out of the area. It was the largest purchase I had ever made on my own, and I was so proud and happy to have a space that was mine. During those single times, I had a raging housewarming party, welcomed Book Club friends into my home, and had a quiet, beautiful space to come home to after long hours at the law firm. The view of the water and Coit Tower never got old. It still hasn't.
About six months after moving in, I met Mr. Curly Rosen. We spent some of our early dates in my neighborhood. A first kiss at a North Beach bar. A wine night on Hyde Street cuddled up on a couch. He asked me to be his girlfriend in my living room. He slowly made himself more at home in my home. We adopted Freddy just six months after meeting. We brought Freddy home to my City home, and he grew to love it, too.
Again about six months later (I sense a pattern here), new firsts happened. Mr. Curly Rosen asked me to marry him. We planned our wedding. He officially moved in. We melded our lives more and more together, with my home becoming our home. He got a man room. I didn't have to give up closet space.
Right after we got married, Mr. Curly Rosen carried me over the threshold into our apartment. We set off on our African honeymoon adventure and came home after a beautiful, magical three weeks to our City by the Bay. I started a new job. Months later, we found out we were (are) expecting, and I got to share the news with him in our kitchen.
Looking back, my years in my lovely City abode brought the most change and the most joy of any that I have known. I imagine that is the main reason that it is so hard to say goodbye to our beautiful home. Luckily, I get to bring that joy (Mr. Curly Rosen and little pup) with me down to the suburbs.
So, to you, pretty City place -- thank you for being the home of my independence, and later, the incubator of my precious family. You will be missed . . .
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Off to Chicago for a Celebration!
Happy wedding weekend, Drew and Jessica. We can't wait to celebrate with you! Chicago, here we come . . .
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| (c) Megan Bearder |
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Welcome to Manhood, Frederico!
Our dear little Freddy became a Bark Mitzvah recently. Yes, Freddy turned two, and that means he is officially a man. We celebrated, of course. Schmendricks bagels -- highly recommend!
Nanny D and Uncle Jeffrey
Great Nanny Lori and Nanny D
(Yes, they have new names now that we have a new generation -- pup!)
Friday, July 13, 2012
East Coast Adventures
Mr. Curly Rosen and I spent a glorious 10 days on the East Coast in June. We reuned, we consumed, and we celebrateuned (had to make that rhyme...apologies...). From my 10th reunion at Princeton, to NYC fun, to the wedding of my twinie Christine and her darling Stephen, we had a truly wonderful time. Feast your eyes on all of this fun!
Reunions!
Princeton is lovely.
Great panel of Princeton WWII vets.
2002 ivy is looking good.
Two Rosens and a Christine.
Looking sharp for the P-Rade.
Princeton makes an orange lover out of everyone.
Lil Arch! I cannot sing "How High the Moon" without crying...hence the red eyes.
More P-Rade fun.
Featherbed Four!
Smarties vote Democrat.
Lovebirds!
Sadly, true.
Mr. Tough Guy
Mr. Tough Guy melting Maeve
Eating clubs do not look like this during the school year.
Lilies saying goodbye to the seniors.
NYC!
View from our hotel room.
Soup dumplings in Chinatown.
The Frick
Central Park
Handsome man
Wiser words were never uttered.
We did a lot of this.
Meta tourist.
Yum!
Christine and Stephen's Nuptials!
Bridal lunch.
Pretty fleurs.
Getting ready!
Beautiful couple, beautiful wedding
The winning pic...photo by Mr. Curly Rosen
Stoplight photo
Am I really married?!
Yes, indeed, I am really married and my bride is fabulous!
Friends!
You're not drunk, it's Instagram blur function.
What a wonderful trip with my Mr. Curly Rosen :)
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