I don't know what to say about the trip, except that I didn't want to come home. Being in New York is excitement in its own, but being there to celebrate a couple (one-half of which is part of my heart and soul), brings another level to my love for the city.
Because we live so far away, I have not seen first hand Elisabeth and Jürgen's relationship grow and develop, so to be a part of their wedding, and to hear from friends who have gotten a close-up view, felt like a completion in my love for their love.
Except that it also made me feel sad because I am not there to be experiencing it myself.
The weekend was filled with so much warmth and joy. Mostly because of the couple getting married, but also because of the close family and friends who were there to witness Elisabeth and Jürgen's rooftop-shouting love. Because isn't that kind of what a wedding is? Making that commitment to each other and shouting your love for one another from the rooftops?
I am over-the-top thrilled for my sister and her new husband. I am equally thrilled that our two little girls traveled so well, as traveling is a love both Adam and I share, although have done it significantly less after having kids. But is still something we want to pass on to our children.
Anyway, without any more rambling about love or travel, before I start tearing up, here are some scenes from our visit.
The City (and us):
Let me just say, the girls's favorite part of flying: the big pink bubble gum (Hope), the orange sucker (Paige), the iPad with movies (Mommy). How in the world did my parents survive over-seas flights with my sister and I before the DVD player and/or iPad?
Definitely one of my favorite family trips. When can we go back?