Boston holds dear memories of the early days while getting to know my husband. We strolled through the cobblestone streets like young love does, holding hands and taking no heed of time. We were young but it didn’t feel like it. I think we felt grown up eating in fancy restaurants and shopping in city stores.
We have tried to take a trip to Boston each time we headed east through the years. Slowly we added kids to our city treks. In fact I remember Molly taking her first steps on a little patch of grass near the wharf as we watched the boats.
Yesterday we took advantage of the beautiful weather and marched our kids through the city. We had a yard sale on Saturday and conveniently spent all the loot we earned on dinner at the Oyster House.
don’t step on a crack
this is the first time I realized Sam is much taller than Maggie
the sky was so blue and clear
Henry had a birds eye view much of the day
the public garden was so pretty, I could have sat there all day
the Oyster House is kind of touristy but we can’t resist
And that is how we spent the day in Boston, it’s still pretty fun even though our young love is just a memory. Old love is just as good!