We had the very worst of weeks. We got sick. Then we got a little sicker. Would it not be for our magical pediatrician friend, this week would have been a disaster.

We also miss our friends, our house and our city. Its so hard to be objective about one’s own misery. Its big. Its uniquely yours to wallow in. A deep deep wonderful pool party. But today I was reminded that the time will has come to move on.

We took Linus to City Park to ride on the trains. He was a mess. I was a mess. (Kevin was the glue. As always). Linus staggered towards the dodge cars which he is too young to drive. He stood at the bars and watched. And watching him I realized.  This tiny moment of anguish he was feeling, was big. His big.