You know Antonio.
Antonio is the artist who sits in Busch Gardens Italy, at all hours, sculpting fine jewelry.
We always comment on how peaceful he seems, in his own corner of fabricated Italia, off Route 60.
He appears happy, tranquil, fully immersed in a job he loves.
Then I finally met him yesterday, when I asked him to repair a necklace that Travis and the girls had bought me. (Did I mention Antonio has become our Family Jeweler?)
He was exactly as I had imagined.
And he performed a trick on me that involved swinging my wedding band on a strand of my hair, and watching its direction, and then predicted I am having a boy.
I wasn’t even freaked out.
Here’s to Joyful Italians and Amazing Job Satisfaction.
(And here’s to six more days of strange voodoo prediction rituals – ultrasound is Friday.)