It’s a beautiful day in New York.

Dear friends,

It’s Saturday morning and I’m sitting in a Starbucks window seat on the Upper West Side drinking my latte and watching the world walk by (so very “You’ve Got Mail”).

It’s a beautiful day in New York City.

Over the last four days, my responsibilities and anxieties have melted away and all that remains is one fabulous, monumentally memorable mother-daughter trip.

I’m relaxed. I’m happy. My heart is full with gratitude for the gift of this time with Kate. I’m guessing it won’t surprise you to hear that I have very nearly burst into tears a million times — so many things have moved me these last few days. Even as I type this and look out the window while waiting on Kate to fill her coffee order, I am overflowing with joy.

There is beauty everywhere.

We’re off now — to soak up one last day in the city. Truth is, though, we could be anywhere. Mostly I am off to soak up one more glorious day of memories with my sweet child.

Here’s wishing you a wonderful Saturday, too!

With gratitude {for all the love and beauty in this world},

Joan, who is convinced travel is a fool-proof tonic for the soul

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Comments

  1. Cindy says:

    Sounds fabulous and just what you have needed. Enjoy all the memories you are making with Kate.

  2. texasdeb says:

    Just what the Doctor(‘s wife) ordered! I’m so glad you are having a wonder filled trip together and thank you for taking a moment out to share with us the love and beauty you are re-discovering along the way.

  3. Maridel says:

    Thank you for sending me the photo of the Mondrian at MOMA. When I lived in New York in the early 80s, MOMA was still the home of Picasso’s “Guernica.” I won’t forget the first time I saw it. I came up a stairwell, rounded a corner into a gallery and BAM……GUERNICA covering a wall. Now I think it’s behind bullet-proof glass in the Prado and you can’t get near it.

  4. Maridel — I worship Klimt, and I felt the same way about seeing The Park at MOMA. It totally snuck up on me and I actually got teary standing there and seeing a Klimt in person. Can you imagine what it would feel like to know your work moved people to tears?

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