Sunday, July 3, 2011
This was supposed to be just a fun weekend in St. Louis with family and friends, but it turned out to have a powerful restoration right at the beginning of it. One that I didn’t even know we needed until yesterday morning.
We were heading up the interstate Saturday morning and would be getting to St. Louis around lunch time. We were going to have lunch as a couple before meeting everyone else there later that afternoon. We were talking about where we wanted to go to eat.
As we talked, I realized that there was one place on The Hill (St. Louis’ Italian community) that I had a bad association with, Mama Campisi’s. That was the place where Ceecee had gone with my sister when they went to St. Louis without me.
I hadn’t known it at the time, but I realized later that my wife was going to test out leaving me. It seemed that now, I still would try to avoid that restaurant and I didn’t want there to be any place on The Hill that bothered me, so I told her how I was feeling.
She immediately agreed that we should go there together, then, when we got to town. We did, and we had an amazing time. It was slow, and the waitress took extra time with us and we even got to share our story with her. I had tears in my eyes when we left, but they were healing tears.
The Restoration Tour 