The March Slice of Life Challenge is hosted by Two Writing Teachers .
Sunday in New York City.
We’ve decided to leave our work bags untouched at home, my husband and I, and spend the day in the city instead – walking about, brunch with the kids, more walking about.
Elizabeth selects a place to eat. Brunch reservations are unheard of in the city, so we arrive to find delicious aromas and an hour-long wait. It’s too cold to find coffee and a park bench to people watch, so she makes other selections: our Elizabeth, our NYC expert – give her a location and she knows five great places to eat. Eventually, we find a place with instant seating and settle down, warm coffee in hand to wait for our son. His trek from Brooklyn is made impossible – there is construction on this subway line, more disruption on another. I have visions of Ben walking over the Williamsburg bridge, braving the icy winds, when in he walks…bringing sunshine to us.
Soon there is the usual family banter: gentle teasing of Elizabeth, and her cheap but way-too-short haircut, ribbing of Ben and his propensity for getting his subway lines mixed up. The kids trade stories of concerts and books read. We share news of home (not terribly interesting, but they seem eager to know), and what the pets have been up to, the decision about the fate of the big oak tree. Hours pass quickly, and then it is time to leave.
We step into a bookstore on the way back to the car, the kids are still with us. Every Smith outing involves food and books, after all. Everyone seems reluctant to go our separate ways, as we must. There is talk of wandering around, getting some coffee over which to discuss the books we suddenly seem intent on finding. But then we remember Sophie at home, in desperate need of a walk. So we walk Ben to the subway, and watch his blue coated frame disappear down into the station. Then we drive Elizabeth to her newly found, “cool cafe” where she has brought work to do.
The traffic seems unusually light all the way uptown and over the bridge. We are peaceful, content.
A Sunday in the city with two of our favorite people. What more could one ask for?