Tonight

After putting Van down to sleep I turned on the TV to fill the silence.

I watched the last three minutes of "Raising Helen". Now, I can scoff at a silly chick flick with the best of them (or watch the same one five times in one weekend). But tonight as I watched them walk down the boardwalk by the Hudson River, I got all choked up.

I cried a little as I thought of the last week we spent together as a family in New York. I find that most of my stories and sentences these days start with, "In New York..." It's got to get a little old to those listening, but I can't help it.

I miss my city.

I miss my friends.

I miss my park.

I miss my sweet husband.

I miss my dungeon. I never thought I'd say that, but I do.

For Dada

We miss you. Pack fast and come soon. Things around here are changing.

Last

Last night I went with my friend Valerie to a ballet class for the last time.

Actually this was the first time for this particular class too. We've taken others together: yoga, modern, sunday school. But because of GK's work schedule, this one took us a while to make happen.

On the way home from ballet, she asked me if it was daunting to think of all the things I wanted to do for the last time.

With only two and half days left? Yes.

This morning after stopping an unsuspecting passerby to take our picture (he was wearing a Patagonia bag, so we were pretty sure we could trust him)Van and Reggie and I walked GK down to the subway And waved goodbyeAs he headed off to work.

Third

Three years ago, I married the man of my dreams. In spite of the hundreds of syrupy photos of us looking smitten, I couldn't have known how much better he would make my life.

I do now.