In just a few hours, Swimmer Girl and I board a big ol’ jet airliner (yeah, I’m mixing my classic rock song references), and we’re headed for fall break in the Big Apple, NYC. We’ll touch down at 11:30 pm local time, grab a cab to the hotel and hit the ground running Saturday morning. I don’t know if we’ll have much downtime for blog posts, but we’ll catch up when we get back home in 7 days.
It’s shaping up to be a trip to remember with lots of shopping, strolling through Central Park, catching some Broadway shows and taking in the sights, smells, sounds and experiences that are unique to this mega-city.
Our first fall break trip was seven years ago, when I took her to Disney World…her first trip to the Magic Kingdom. That was a special trip with lots of mom-and-daughter talking in between squeals and screams on teacups and Tower of Terror rides.
Our fall breaks in between have focused on the gulf, and have involved group trips with friends of hers and mine. But just as our inaugural fall break trip was just the two of us, it seemed fitting that the grand finale trip would also be mom and daughter, and the destination as magical as the first one.
I hope and pray that future years will give us both opportunities for stealing away with friends to bid a warm farewell to summer from a warm gulf beach…we both know it could be a while before we can once again team up on those memorable October getaways, and we both accept that we may never be able to make our fall schedules coincide again.
So for now, I’m counting down the hours to our flight, and then looking forward to a whirlwind week basking in the glow of big city lights, and seeing New York through the eyes of my daughter.
If anyone feels sorry for the guys we’re leaving behind, feel free to give ’em a call or stop by with a pizza. They’d appreciate the company – and the food!
Happy fall, y’all