Visiting a city with a friend who already knows and loves that city is magic.
Seeing the city through her eyes, with her perspective... it was a gift in itself.
We stayed downtown at the Lenox. It was impressive and beautiful.
Elizabeth encouraged me to check out The Reading Room at Boston's public library while Everett got a little nourishment.
She knew I needed to see it... I would have been so disappointed to miss this place.
We wandered around Harvard and admired the stately buildings and the turning leaves, but decided this prestigious campus didn't have anything on our alma mater.
We stopped to purchase paperbacks at the Harvard Book Store as is Elizabeth's tradition.
I happily adopted it as my own.
What you see here is a kid in a candy shop and another one behind the camera.
We walked the streets of Beacon Hill gently moving from one topic of conversation to another.
Talking about important matters, appreciating one another's sarcasm, being fully present.
Elizabeth needed a band-aid and I had one to give her.
I needed to tell Elizabeth what a great ass she has and so I did.
Nothing forges great friendships quite like meeting first aid needs and offering sassy compliments about one's body.
We treated ourselves to a hidden gem of Boston.
She told me to order the Hot Beacon Hill Delight, a dessert coffee that will make you want to slap somebody.
That line was for you, Bridget.
I felt like I'd known her for years instead of days.
On Monday, I hugged her and her baby boy goodbye for now and told her how very much I loved her.
And I meant every word.
ps... Next time, we are taking on NYC.