my mom and i and anna meet for lunch about once a week, most often at the same place. we've been going to this place for just about ever, i suppose. but it seems like it really has become our place. the three of us.

my mom and i have always had little outings with the girls; first just callie, and we'd take her to get her haircut in nyc. she would cry and cry (callie, not my mom!), and i would have to walk around the block and my mom would somehow manage to get it done, callie coming out with little dutch-boy bangs, a balloon, and a smile.

later on it would be me walking around the block with lindsey in a stroller. or my mom and i bringing the two of them to a playground or a toystore or somewhere. i never felt when i was first having babies that i could do any of this without my mom.

maybe that was true, then. it's not true now, certainly. and she'd be the first to admit that now sometimes i'm helping her as much as she me.

but what was true then is still true now, and was when i myself was her baby girl, even at sixteen, and twenty-five, and now at forty-three: i just like being with her. she's good company.

she and my dad escape new york for warmer weather every year for a few months. they'll be back soon. and although anna and i still go to our place, it's just not the same without nana.

missing you, mom and dad.
xo
me,
tt