One hundred years ago today an amazing man entered the world. He was fun and loud and bossy and passionate and generous. The ideal Italian. He has been gone a long time, but his legacy lives on. I see him in the eyes of my little girl. She has his eyes, and his sweet wife's namesake.
He was so proud of his Valentine's Day birth day. I spent Valentine's Day at his house each year with my cousins celebrating him. As I baked cookies yesterday in his honor, I decided I needed to do something more. I wanted to share a little piece of him. So, I compiled old photos that I have of him.
Also, when I was in junior high, I interviewed him. Some of my questions are silly. My very favorite part of the interview is at the very end when he says my name. I can still hear him calling for me in his boisterous voice, "Oh Courtney." I only wish I would have known him more.