Being in New York City with my family during Thanksgiving couldn’t be any more poignant for me.
We’re eating at crowded diners and dear friend’s homes.
We’re walking and scootering all over the city, running into nearly everyone we know on the streets, from dear friends to acquaintances, some of them strangers that feel like old friends. That’s NYC for you in a nutshell.
I’m grateful to be piled on top of each other in the airplanes and subways and in our little hotel room. These years are so fleeting, there’s no telling how many more like this we have.
And in between the craziness of life as a family of six, the most jaw-dropping beautiful moments happen.
… and I know we’re just where we’re supposed to be.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends.