Maybe I will and Maybe I won't

I might get back to recapping the NYC adventure....but in the meantime it's simply too daunting and I have other things I'd rather post about.

Today I took the Littleman to Quiet Waters Park which is only about 10 minutes from my house and stunning. It's huge, with playgrounds, dog beaches and winding lonely trails. It also offers a dock from which you can rent boats of various kinds and zoom around the sleepy inlet. Littleman and I pleaded and begged and finally got a paddleboat to ourselves ( we didn't have nearly enough money with us) and so we ventured out into the water.

Now, I have never operated a paddleboat. Nor have I ever taken a child out on the water. I was living in fear and gripping Littleman's arm so tightly I was probably cutting off his circulation for the first 15 minutes. Then i realized that we were the only thing moving, the boat was not about to capsize and we were in lifejackets....so I relaxed a little bit. I did not let go of the man however, simply allowed his arm to receive blood again.

The feeling once i relaxed and looked around us was almost instantly overwhelming. Here we are in silence in the middle of the water with a perfect, untouched coastline all around us and skies full of blossoming clouds over our heads. It was dreamlike. I let the Littleman lean over the side ( with my hand clenched around his jacket as tho it was candy and I a fat kid) and catch at leaves and sticks floating by. We didn't even talk, there was nothing to say. It was, in every way what my body needed; floating around, through rippling murky water, catching up an early fallen leaf and laughing at the seagulls who are flying and divebombing all around us.

We were in heaven for half an hour.

I love it here some days.