It was a week ago Thursday I flew to NYC. A step back into my old life before children when my job sent me traveling all over the world. It was work with friends I've know since (what feels like) forever and while it is so very hard to step away from my preschool, from my family, from my daily rhythm, I made the effort to go so I could reconnect with this other part of my life.
I thought I would blog from my phone, but I just haven't figured out how to do that yet. (Still.)
The hardest part about leaving was as papa and G were still in Barcelona, Julen braved a four night sleep-over away from home. That made me a little wild...thinking about my five-year-old without his family. He did very well, but my heart still broke every time we talked on the phone.
I was delightfully surprised to see my friend Donna who took the train to NYC to help create some very special florals requested by the client. She's not a florist yet did such a great job. It was fun to watch these pieces come together. They were a big hit!
We went out one evening on The Hornblower Infinity and got a spectacular view of NYC at night.
I fell in love with the bar counters on the yacht...they were made using broken bottles.
I returned home late Tuesday night to two very tired little boys. So many stories, so many adventures to share...so many hugs to make up for. Coming home feels both amazing and over-whelming...there is always too much to do.
(This is such a scattered post but quite reflective of the very scattered week I've had...things will feel much calmer going forward).