i did it.
it was incredible. aside from one MAJOR breakdown as i sat down in my seat on the plane ride there, i was pretty much a ok the entire time. and by the time i woke up saturday morning i was more than a ok. i was fully present, fully engaged, and dare i say giddy to be waking up in nyc with my husband. at dinner saturday night i actually told pat i was sad to be leaving the next morning. sad that the trip had already come and gone and that i wasn’t going to have him to myself for, well, probably another year or so.
we really wined and dined ourselves. dinners at nomad and del posto, shopping in soho, brunches and late lunches, massages at our hotel, and looooong bubble baths followed by terry cloth robes. (what is it about terry cloth robes?!)
thank you to pat for spoiling me, and for loving me, and for whisking me away. i can’t wait till next time.