Actually, I woke up late this morning, having slept through my alarm for the first time in decades. Still I used the the 28 minutes I had to shower and get ready, used the hour commute to mentally prep myself, and was on time for my 8 am meeting.
And then when I casually checked my email near the end of the meeting, I saw there was a gift card for Nu from my parents and I could barely keep it together. I wonder how far into the future my mom has arranged things...
Later, someone asked me if I had allergies. Yes, I'm allergic to sorrow.
But... Nu is home for the weekend! We've already had one requested dinner (sushi), cut one cake (pumpkin cheesecake), and done the birthday dec.
I can't believe it has been 18 years since Big A and I walked hand-in-hand down 1st Ave to the NYU hospital where he worked as a resident, only this time it was for me to get admitted so I could get induced and finally meet Nu. (Like At, who was spending that night with Cousin P, Nu was about ten days over the estimated delivery date too).
Pic: Max and Huck are delirious with happiness that Nu's here. I am too.
1 comment:
Eighteen years… Many blessings. To you and to Nu.
Your mom was a planner. How bittersweet. Hugs to you Maya. I’m thinking of you.
Daria from NJ
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