Back to life, back to reality...

Sigh, vacation.

Over. Done. Back to reality.

BUT, it was wonderful. Romantic, beautiful, fun, and the type that when you are packing that last day you are sad. Not ready to go home.

We spent a few days out on the Island and visited Dom's family. Went to see the Mets play at the new field, and you wouldn't believe it - but, they WON. Awesome. And we ate yummy ribs and Brooklyn had ice cream. Even more awesome.

Dom and I went into the city on Friday for our ceremony while Brooklyn stayed behind with her Aunt & Uncle. It was beautiful. Romantic, simple, perfect, and the weather held up. It had been raining literally every day in June but for some reason on 6/26 the sky parted and the sun showed her face. Amen. After we said "I do" we went to the boathouse for some champagne, such a peaceful moment for the both of us. Husband and wife, finally. Amen again. The rest of our day was just as wonderful, dinner, a play, a rooftop bar to end the night. I just made one of my best memories.The rest of the trip was amazing too. Brooklyn came into the city on Saturday, we had lunch at our favorite spot and she LOVED to eat pasta with her daddy. Spent lots of time in Central Park, visited her bridge, Chinatown, just really soaked it all in. We walked as much as possible but was truly impressed at my little one's ability to handle planes, trains, buses, taxi's, her stroller. The plane ride home I had that baby - the one that is done sitting still, does not understand why we are not moving, SCREAMING, and TIRED. I just look at everyone and want to tell them she is only expressing loudly how you are all feeling now that we have been taxi'ing on the runway for over half an hour. So suck it.

You can suck it too, reality. Although I must get back to you now.

Leaving, on a jet plane...

Tommorow morning at 6:15 A.M. we are headed to NYC! So symbolic of our life, our relationship. Being from New York Dom makes the city feel small, and warm, and cozy. I like to pretend I'm a local even, in the morning at the Diner I play along in my mind this is my morning routine.

We fell in love in NYC.
We found out we were pregnant New Year's Eve 2007 in NYC.

We've been to all museums, love Central Park, Chinatown, we eat at the same Italian restaurant on Mulberry St. each time we go.

We've been there 6 times in three years, this will be 7.
We named our child Brooklyn.
Obsessed much.
Yes.

I can't wait for this particular trip though, this one is far more special than all of the others. You see, Dom and I did everything a bit different. We both ended relationships to be together, bought a house, then had a baby, and now, getting married. Friday at noon in Central Park. Just the two of us, simple, and perfect.

It has been a long road for the both of us, but we couldn't be more ready. It's not about the bells and whistles and look at me and my fabulous wedding, it's just us and our vows.

My little world traveler will be there too, but not on Friday. She's staying with her Aunt and Uncle so we can have one day/night to ourselves in the city. Dinner planned and Wicked that night. So romantic and so us. But, I can't wait to have her there in the city, the lights, the noise, the people. She was there last May, just wasn't quite ready to experience yet...

I'll be thinking of all of you as I'm sipping champagne, taking it all in. Okay, I won't be thinking of you at all actually, but I will be sipping champagne.

Cheers!