“I can’t get over that view,” Mom says from the living room as she watches my two favorite fellas play tennis out back. “All those trees. That sparkling pool. All that space.”
It’s funny when I think back to the beginning of all of this, when fear and doubt paralyzed my every decision. Because this life? This beautiful, perfect, amazing, dreamy life? Was nothing to be scared of.
Nonna always said everything happens for a reason.
Who’d have ever thought my reason would be Fabian Catalano?