I'm heading to my favorite city in the world on Thursday, and I'm taking my soon-to-be-a-teenager daughter with me. We are both crazy thrilled, and I'm so glad to be able to take Anne with me. She's not a toddler . . . she's not eight . . . she's the perfect age to be thrilled by and to appreciate the magic of New York.
We've got a balanced mix planned of touristy things, bookish things, yummy things.
And of course, shopping.
I get a little sad as I watch my girls get older, but each phase we enter is a whole new set of wonderful (and, okay, I'll admit it--sometimes it's a whole new set of emotional land mines . . . ).
I'll blow the universe a kiss from the Staten Island Ferry. See you soon!