a simple pleasure

This should be an ordinary, uneventful thing, but so far it hasn't been.

When my son first moved back to the New York, my hope was to see him weekly (or at the least, every other week). Doesn't matter where; I'm flexible with both time and place. I envisioned brunches and dinners all over the city. Some home-cooked meals even. A weekly tradition that we both looked forward to (okay, maybe that's more a fantasy than an envisionment).

He moves into his own place in July, and since then, I've seen him not often enough in my opinion, and too much in his (I'm guessing). 

Last night I text my son and suggest brunch. To my surprise, it takes just a couple of quick back and forths and we finalize a plan.

We meet at Sarabeth's Kitchen on Central Park South, across from the park. It's a perfect fall day. Crisp air. Sun out. Great for doing anything.

 

As long as I stay far away from any of the questions I know he views as nagging ones, we have a great time together. 

He is really loving NYC. It's fun to hear him talk about it from the perspective of a young adult. Although he grew up here, his experiences now are more like someone who is seeing the city for the first time.

Maybe today is the start of a new beginning. 

I am now back to envisioning weekly get-togethers and hoping it's not a fantasy.