A Love Letter to Boston

A Love Letter to Boston

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the Red Sox are playing and Boylston Street is packed. It’s Marathon Monday in our home of Boston; our favorite day of the year. On this particular Patriot’s Day, it would be easy to stay home. It would be easy to watch the runners from the comfort of the couch. It would be easy to let last year’s events scare us away from the Back Bay. However, Bostonians have never done what is easiest. We love sports teams who are “cursed” and we suffer through what seems like an endless, grueling winter every year. Why do we do it? Because we see challenges for what they are; opportunities for growth. Our so-called “cursed” baseball team has gone on to win 3 World Series championships in the last 10 years. And winter? It’s not so bad. No matter how much snow and ice we may get, at some point the tulips will begin to pop up in the Public Garden, and Spring will arrive. That’s what life’s challenges are all about; remembering the tulips during the snow. Last year’s Marathon Monday was a day of despair, there’s no arguing that. But quickly, Bostonians turned that despair into hope, and that hope into strength. We’re stronger now than ever before, and there’s no better illustration of that than today’s packed finish line. We will not allow anyone to dull our shine, crush our spirit, or snow on our tulips.

Endless x’s and o’s to all Bostonians, those who live here and those who embody the Boston spirit all over the world.

Stacey, Jaime, Madison, Joy, Hilleary and Lindsay