It’s been twenty months since these two have occupied their childhood home together. It is different. Grandma lives here now. The house is blue. There is different furniture. He walks around picking up things and asking where they are from. Things change in twenty months. There are two options: go back to the way it was when they squabbled over almost everything, or act your age and be your new self. We all agreed that would be much more fun. A beautiful day, starting out at 4:30am we decided to all pile in the car and go to the airport to pick him up. The four of us together again, well five, there was no way the dog was letting us go without her. Like old times. Home for a hug from Nannie and a quick nap then dropping Jazzy and Nan at my brothers house for the day. We head into the city. Like old times. Ess-a-Bagels for breakfast, Pixar Mini Golf, laughs, walking through the city, Irish Hunger Memorial, strolling on the west side path along the Hudson, the Statue of Liberty saluting, welcoming, reminding us how lucky we are. A beautiful day.
These two…I am so very thankful for them. They are everything.
Swooning 