Good Morning to you sweet readers (this was actually Good Evening to me last night)…on the roof top of my building which is what I consider my “backyard” in NYC. It is just about the only semi-private outdoor space that I can claim my own. There is nothing like spending late night evening up here with friends, or enjoying my morning coffee as the sun rises over the East River.
This is my escape…a way to catch a quick breath of fresh air after the stuffing and sealing of our Save the Dates…this project is ALMOST at a closure, and for that we have yet another thing checked of the never ending wedding planning list. Cheer with me please!!!
And just for a teaser, I leave you with this.
This time last week I had just arrived in the a place I hold near and dear to my heart, the ancient city of ROMA! I wish I could snap my fingers and appear back on the cobblestone streets right now. The trip was full of great friends, fabulous food (lots of pasta), red wine, ancient history, relaxation, cappuccinos and for me… A SURPRISE ENGAGEMENT!
This past week was the best week, and a small taste of the worst, in my life. The best part was my precious, amazing and awesome Mom was here with me all week. I had her all to myself. We stayed up late just talking, enjoyed our morning coffee together, she rode the subway with me to work, fabric shopped for some projects, got our make-up done at Bergdorf’s, worked out together, lunched at the yummy Saks cafe, played with the new Apple ipads, walked, and enjoyed special time together. The worst part of the week started on Thursday when I came down with the icky, crummy, darn flu for the first time in my whole entire life. My temperature was a steady 102 for two solid days. The biggest blessing was having my sweet Mom here to take care of me. She “google” to find me a doctor in Tribeca, since I’ve yet to need a primary care physician since I’ve lived here. She drug me to the doctor. She got my prescription filled, and she kept me well hydrated. She watched lots and lots of movies, and TV with me. This is the first time I’ve ever sent her home from a NYC visit well rested, and I mean well rested. For me, there is nothing like getting to be with my Mom. I thank my her for ALL the love she has showered me with over the years. I will never ever out grow the need for my “Mommy’s love”. When ever I start thinking about “growing up” I get kind of teary eyed. My sister and I sometimes joke about wanting to go to the fictional world of Never Never Land with Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. The memories of my “younger years” are so dear to my heart, and sometimes I just want to stop growing up. A few months ago, I was telling my Mom how hard I find it sometimes to want to “grow up”. She said, you know it can be just as hard as parents to let your kids go, as it is on you to “fly”…Moms would have it no other way than to just keep there little chicks all safe and sound in their nest all the days long, but that would not be healthy for any of us. I laughed and agreed, because all I could think of was the movie Failure to Launch. None of us really want to be 35, and still living at home. And then I remembered a musical book Mom gave me years and years ago, on a random Saturday morning, it was the song, I Hope You Dance. I thought about lyrics of that song, and remembered that was Mom’s prayer for her daughters lives…She gives us strength. She is the friend you can always confide in. She is a steady rock, and for that I feel so very blessed. And now I am getting teary eyed, so I shall digress…
What are your memories and favorite traits of your Moms? What does a Mom mean to you? Or if you are a Mom, how has that blessed you in return? For me, my Mom has inspired me to be selfless, loving and a simply always shine for Jesus!
