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Perfect For You

I've mentioned a time or two that I spend my late Saturday afternoons (and well into my late Saturday evenings) working in Cleveland's Warehouse District.

Once in a while I'm lucky enough to have David accompany me to work. We leave early enough to enjoy the walk and a nice caramel macchiato, we catch up on work gossip, and just before I clock in for eight hours of culinary creating; we stop in and say hello to the boys at Brigade.

Today, was once in a while.

David enjoyed the day off and decided to spend the better part of it taking photographs of the city he adores. How many photos you ask? Over one hundred. (Thank GOD he likes the camera!)

We shared a light sushi dinner and walked around a few blocks talking and taking in the beauty surrounding us. Something about this year feels good. I don't want to jinx anything, but 2007 was rough.

Rough.

I don't know what a perfect life feels like. But this, this is good.

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