The weekend before last (as I packed....yes, days in advance, I was that excited) and we began hearing the weather reports about New York we were thankful to hear that by Thursday when we were due to arrive, the storm would be long gone. On Monday when the reports were much more ominous, I bought a small umbrella, one that I could easily carry in my purse and a hat too, just for good measure. By Monday evening we were just hoping that our plane would make it out. By Tuesday morning it was clear, even though we couldn't quite admit it, our plans for NYC weren't happening. We tried to come up with another plan-- we didn't want to fly all the way to the West Coast, neither of us care if we ever see Las Vegas again, and we sure as heck weren't going to spend our own money there. A few other places we thought of were outrageously expensive to fly to last minute and after thinking we were going to New York, the Lake of the Ozarks seemed
The weekend wasn't spent noshing around the city, strolling through Central Park, sleeping in late, running for as long as we wanted, or going to a show but I can't complain one bit. Except maybe for that night with no sleep. Or maybe the time when the kids were all yelling at the same time. That's our real life though, and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. It's all the sweet, ordinary (difficult at times) moments that I love. Plus breakfast at Half and Half, lunch at Pappy's, an art show, a massage, church, two great dinners at home, watching a movie in our cozy basement, taking a Sunday afternoon nap....so very, very good.
A friend in New York with two little girls is still without power and it could be another week. So today, I'm thankful for my warm home, my safe kids and a hot shower.
|Maybe we'll make it a 10 year trip. Kevin and I traveled to NY while I was pregnant with Emma in 2003. Great memories!|