What a wonderful last couple of weeks I have had.  Since early December, my house has been in various stages of full.

Early in the month, my daughter and grandpuppy came home, followed shortly thereafter by her significant other followed shortly after by my son and his significant other.  We had countless meals around my table in combinations of 3 through 6 of us.  We played games, drank some wine, went to Broadway and experienced other fun around NYC.

Through the whole time, I kept saying that I was in my happy place. 

And then, yesterday the last of the children went back to their lives and I struggled with that melancholy in a particularly potent way.  I always have a moment when the kids have been home and leave.  This moment for some reason was stronger.

As I thought about it all day, I came to terms with the fact that we had worked hard to teach our our children to fly and lo and behold they are flying.  Not so far that they don’t enjoy and even look for the opportunities for us to be together.  But far enough that they have full active lives to which they return.  And that thought takes me right back to my happy place.

Happy new year everyone! Wishing you all some time in your own happy place and hoping one of those is around a Gotham table in 2023!