To My House on Division Street:

I’m not sure that there are enough words and emotions to encompass everything I want to convey. You, my sweet little colonial home, were simply magical. When I started looking for a home, I was young and didn’t know what to expect. I fell in love with you as soon as I walked through your stained glass front door and saw your warm hardwood floors, enchanting fireplace,  and arched doorways. Your stairs creaked with each step, telling stories of the people who had lived here before. In your 92 years of life, I’m sure you had seen and heard some pretty incredible things.

I have known Lauren for a number of years, simply because I graduated with her younger brother. While Lauren and I were just acquaintances until recently, she has always been an extremely sweet and kindhearted person. It is obvious to see why Ryan was drawn to her.

I don't know about you guys, but when a culinary extravaganza is coming to the area, I get excited. Really excited. The hours before I leave work and walk down Broadway, I'm imagining streets filled with wonderful smells and sample portions of deliciousness; my mouth is constantly salivating. Needless to say, when Taste of Broadway came around, the salivary glands were functioning on high.