Elijah and I traveled to New York for a much anticipated, relaxing week with my best friend Lisa, her husband, Timmy, and their six-week-old daughter, Clara. Strangely enough, Elijah was at exactly the same age - 8 months - as Sydney had been on her trip to New York for Lisa and Timmy's wedding! It's a great age for our kids to fly: he did really great. Didn't sleep much, but for an eight-hour trip across the country, he was a pretty pleasant travel partner and charmed his share of folks along the way in classic Elijah form.
If it looks like we didn't do much, it's because we didn't! And that was just fine with me. Strolling our children through Central Park; laughing at their already-evident quirks; contrasting their ages and little personalities; sharing stories and advice… The last time we'd seen each other we'd both been {very different stages of} pregnant, so this was the first meeting of these little souls.
Part of the reason I didn't mind being homebound was their home itself. Lisa and Timmy's railroad-style apartment sits right on the edge of Central Park and embodies my idealized version of a cozy New York flat. Without much room, they've managed to keep it sophisticated, warm and uncluttered - no small feat with a new baby in the house.
And each item in their home holds great meaning, tells a story. I slept each night on a pullout couch Timmy bought for Lisa while they were dating when she moved into a new place and had no furniture. I cozied up with a throw that Timmy brought back from his Peace Corps assignment in Guatemala. Elijah slept in a portable crib in the kitchen, and well...that will be a story we'll be sure to tell for years to come. =)
I've heard that everyone should have their "New York years." Though it doesn't look as though I'll have mine anytime soon, I am just as happy to live vicariously through my good friends once in a while.
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