Last Days of Summer

Friday night Jeff came home from work. I had just started dinner and opened a beer, and the kids were bouncing off the walls. He said, “You wanna go to Coney Island and watch the fireworks?” And so we went. The sun was setting as the F train was creeping towards the beach. We had Nathan’s for dinner, and Julian went on a few rides. Fireworks started at 9:45pm right on the beach. We were so close; close enough that Julian got hit by a huge piece of ash. No big whoop.

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We arrived home at 11:30pm. Arthur made it until around 10:30pm, and Julian stayed awake until we put him to bed. He even insisted on a bedtime story. It was a perfect evening. There were so many things I loved about it, but most of all that we just went for it. It’s so easy sometimes to get caught up in routines, chores, and schedules. It almost felt like Jeff and I were on a spontaneous date – with our little sidekicks in tow.

The rest of the weekend was very chill. Lots of playing, napping, ordering in. On Monday we were bored with being lazy and had ourselves a perfect little city day. We walked the Highline; Julian loooooved the old tracks. We had brunch and played on a gorgeous, shady playground. We walked around Chelsea, had iced coffee and ridiculously chocolatey eclairs.

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We’ve been talking a lot about our plans for the future, and we are so torn. Where should we live? What’s best for our family? What I really truly needed was a day like today: a hot summer day in the city we love, my naked city kids running around in sprinklers, and my guy’s hand in mine.

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