My six-year-old left me tonight. Boarded a plane for Boston with my dearest friend. There was a quick kiss at the airport and then they were off.
"Good bye mom I'm going to Boston," rings in my ears, the little song on the CD that we listen to with Stefan.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Chicago. What a wonderful city. I really have to admit I was quite impressed.
Most of you know me. I like nice hotels. It sounds like a bit of a confession and I guess it is. I would prefer the Four Seasons to the Holiday Inn. A nice marble tub to a plastic shower. 500-count Egyptian sheets to scratchy, nasty blankets. Room service over a vending machine.
Is that so wrong?
So, is it any wonder that we spent a night at The Drake? It is one of those historic, iconic hotels that makes you feel good just to pass through the front door (where you are greeted by a monstrous bouquet and an expansive lobby).
We only had time for the girls to order 11 pm room service while we grabbed a drink at Coq D'Or. But that bed was oh so nice. And the lobby. And the friendly concierge. And the flowers. Did I mention the sheets?
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
But for the weekend, we ran away to Fire Island. This is what life there is all about.