"Don't you just love New York in the fall?" Well I agree with Meg Ryan, New York in the fall is Magical. The light is almost Orange and the leaves are changing rapidly. I took little miss to the little playground by our house in Washington Heights. It was cold and rather windy, but my sweet baby girl (ok she's not a baby anymore) was running as the leaves fell down around her and chasing the pigeons as they tried to eat the pretzels she was dropping in the process. As I sat watching her run and squeal I had one of those moments of pure motherly joy. I was so happy in that moment, at complete peace. I haven't felt that way for a long while. My family has been through a really rough patch for the past 5 months, but finally this morning I feel like I'm coming out of that feeling of constant stress and not feeling safe to take a deep breath. As I was watching the wind blow the leaves around I felt a heavy weight lift off my chest and I finally took a deep breath. Things are ok now. We are happy, Little miss is happy. New York, as hard a city as it is, is wonderful, I feel at home, I can be happy here.
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