Whatever I'm doing with my life, I've been incredibly lucky.It's my birthday. I'm here in my favorite city in the world, with my favorite son, and I couldn't feel more blessed.
Especially with my bestest birthday present ever: my luggage arrives, and I have clean clothes again. At home I can go a few days with the same shirt and not even notice, but here it's a joy to pull on a fresh one.
Which is good, because I need to look my best for my date with the Bargello. It's my favorite museum. I've spent many hours here over the years, drawing and watching others draw. The statues here are like old friends. Every drawing I've ever done comes right back to me. The folds on a gown, the wings on the back of a cherub, the head of an owl, a curve of a turned wrist -- you form a special bond with the things you draw. You see them in different ways, and you never forget.
It is a bit of a walk to the Cascine park, but it's worth it to show Adam where I used to go. I started to run in this park, just across the river from my grandfather's house, in a cheap pair of Canguroo sneakers from the market. Now he's the runner.
That night we celebrate with a fabulous three-course meal at Grotto Di Leo, which we picked because it was across from the hotel. The waitress was wacky, Leo was intense, and Adam started his new menu plan: Why choose between pizza and pasta when you can have both?
Good thing we bought some new clothes. He may not fit into his old ones much longer.
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