Excuse me for getting all mushy on you.
Feel free to do like my son does and go, “MOOO-OOOM! YOU’RE SQUISHING MEEEEEEE.”
Today I went down to the Mario Lemieux Foundation offices to unpack all of the goodies, put Make Room for Kids/Mario Lemieux Foundation stickers on everything, and get everything ready for delivery to the hospital.
Here is everything, minus the ToughBooks (they’re coming), a few DVD players we need to order, and iPad covers we need to order. The iPads are in the brown box.
Isn’t that beautiful? And it is all because of you. You you you. Not me. You. And I can’t thank you enough for that generosity.
I’m humbled by it.
The second thing I wanted to be mushy about, and yes, for me? This is mushy. Ask my mother. Ask my sisters.
I may be a hugger and I may get mushy with my kids, but otherwise? I’m kind of an ice queen when it comes to the emoting of emotions. I prefer to keep them down deep in my belly where I let them fester until one day, I’m going to unleash them into the greatest novel of all time … or onto my poor poor husband when he throws his dirty clothes on the bedroom floor one time too many. God help him.
So, today is the the one year anniversary of what was a dream almost a decade in the making. Las Velas.
Do you know that the first days of Las Velas’ operation, the customer base was almost entirely made up of readers? That my husband would walk the crowd and people would say, “I read your wife’s blog.”
“You’re Mr. PittGirl.”
“You’re Mr. Jane Pitt.”
“You’re PittGirl’s husband.”
Gradually, of course, the crowds evened out as word of mouth spread, but I will never ever forget that it was people who chose to swing by here and read my ridiculous hastily typed-out words, who gave our restaurant its first push on the big swing.
Has this ride been easy?
Oh, hell no.
It’s been fun, but it’s been … not fun. It’s been exciting, and it’s been terrifying. It’s been easy, and it’s been downright heart-wrenchingly hard.
I mean, did you SEE THE GIANT PILE OF DIRT that was Market Square from the day we picked up the keys until just a few weeks ago? It’s still not done! Last time I looked last week, the road to our lower-bar side entrance was still completely blocked off and the sidewalk ripped up. You couldn’t even enter it if you wanted to.
One time, a few months ago, I went to the restaurant, and the square was near completion, yet there were three city trucks blocking the entrance to the restaurant. And I shook my fist at Lukey. I’m sure he had nothing to do with that, but still, easy target.
Construction has been a huge hurdle, and then you add on all the other fun stuff like taxes and insurance and linens and food costs and labor costs and SWEET BABY JESUS CASH FLOW?!
It truly truly has been a labor of love, and it hasn’t been easy and I’m sure it never will be “easy.”
But I know how much you, the readers who have taken the time to eat there, have propped us up and allowed us to make it through the first year while other establishments in the Square haven’t been that fortunate.
It’s a big milestone and I couldn’t be prouder of my husband for the way he has handled every speed bump, every road block, every “fire,” every grenade, and every suicidal pigeon hell-bent on leaving brain matter on his clean windows.
So tonight, I’ll be toasting him, and you as we celebrate the first 365 days of just one American dream.
You’re the best. All of you.