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Thursday, May 24, 2007


NYC-Here We Come!

My daughter and I are celebrating, just the two of us. It was all her idea. I've mentioned my eldest-new mom, just turned 25, made me a grandmother.

She has a talents I wish I had! The ability to pick out the best gifts ever (I stink at it, trust me) and her wild abandon to travel. I love to travel, but I'm so darn practical and price and time conscious that I hesitate-alot. Sarah, she just goes for it!

So with that said-a couple of months ago she went onto and booked us plane tickets and a hotel room for Memorial Day weekend in New York City! "Mom, we're going to have a girl's weekend. I am now 25 and you're going to be 50-so off we go to celebrate these landmark years!"

The whole thing-she planned it all! The red eye flight, a 6 hour bus tour for Sunday and the plane home on Monday. For Saturday, she told me to e-mail a friend from high school and let him know I'll be in town so we could meet! Now the arrangements are: check in at about 8 a.m., shower, change and take a cab to Chelsea Market and meet him and his friend for brunch. They'll take us through the market (I'm not the only foodie!) and then to Green St., 5th Ave. (a girl's gotta shop for some reason), see Central Park, Rockefeller Center, parts of Soho that have been deemed "interesting" and wherever else life will take us.

I'm not sure sleep is even on the docket. My son-in-law warned me that Sarah didn't let him sleep for the entire 3 weeks they were in Europe last summer.

I am in awe of how my daughter is able to do all of this-where did she get this internal freedom to be so daring??? It definitely wasn't from me. And it is truly an art.

While the practical, level headed me is scared to death (2 women alone in NYC?), the buried adventurer in me is fighting to get out.

What I'm really looking forward to is the 72 hours I will get to spend with my wonderful daughter. For even with my talent to write touching, funny articles-my ability to let her know how much she means to me doesn't always wax as poetic as I'd prefer.

Wish us bon voyage, we are flying very high.

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