April 21, 2013

school days

It was a week of highs and lows.

Hearts and bodies that were broken at last week's Boston Marathon seem to be on a slow but steady road to recovery and I was grateful and humbled to witness my hometown come together in support of friends and classmates injured.  Miles away back in Sydney, life strangely presses on and I welcome the happy distraction of our upcoming (spur of the moment) trip to Tokyo and the completion of a long awaited side project that I can't wait to tell you about next week.

In the meantime here are some photos from last weekend's first birthday celebration at The School - as expected a colourful and creative fiesta in true Megan Morton style.

April 16, 2013

marathon monday

Every Bostonian loves Marathon Monday. It's a fact.

When I was in college, we'd get up early to watch the marathon, marching down Boylston Street in search of which ever bar opened first. It would be packed, a room full of non-runners, enjoying burgers, fries and cold beer as we tried to imagine who in their right mind would run 26.2 miles willingly?

A few hours later something magical happened - year after year, as the first runners began to make their way into the city and up towards the finish line, the entire bar would pour onto the street just to glimpse this incredible physical accomplishment and to cheer on the tired, aching runners. It was what the marathon was all about and it was astonishing to see an entire city come together and shine with pride. Far too often I was moved to tears watching the thousands of runners from around the world pass that finish line. Years later when I ran my own first marathon I would dream of what it would be like to qualify for Boston and someday run the race in my own city. 

Today, on a TV thousands of miles away, I watched those same streets, bars and finish line turn tragically into an horrific scene of sadness. I watched the familiar crowds that I used to be a part of, flee with fear and my heart broke. It broke for the friends I learned were there and who suffered terrible injuries and it broke for a day that to me has always represented the best of what the human spirit can accomplish. Tonight my heart goes out to Boston...

April 14, 2013

happy birthday little one

Wishing this little munchkin a happy 1st birthday today. Hard to believe it's been a year since she came into our world and stole our hearts. I'm overwhelmed at the love and joy this little face has brought to our family and can't imagine my world without her in it.  Hoping she knows today and always how much her aunt and uncle across the world love her...

April 9, 2013

back home: stoneham


A simple word conjures up so many emotions these days and I've come to accept that my heart belongs in two places, miles apart. I was lucky enough to head back to Boston this past week (or specifically the glorious suburb of Stoneham, Massachusetts) for some much needed family time. 

For seven blissful days I lounged around my house with the family, feasted on Easter dinner, read the paper and drank coffee with my dad, spent quality time with my mom and sisters, explored the streets of Boston, drank wine and caught up with friends, celebrated our engagement and most importantly, soaked up every minute spent with my beautiful niece who completely stole my heart, again.

It was a week I was grateful to have the opportunity to have, full of emotion and well worth the jet lag. I miss them already...
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