Have you heard about the Color Factory pop-up exhibition here in NYC? I happened to stumble across news of its debut while looking for unique date ideas for me and Jordan.
It’s hard to believe we’ve reached this moment, but the fact remains: today was Jameson’s first day of Pre-K 3. We’ve been preparing him for this day — telling him that he’d stop going to his beloved daycare and start going to the “big school.” We got him a new backpack, prepared him to make new friends, and introduced him to the concept of wearing a uniform.
Yesterday marked nine years since my late husband, Jarronn, passed away.
Nine years have gone by, and the time seems to have been long and short at the same time. The years have been full of life lessons and refining moments, and yet so many people have felt an emptiness in the space he used to occupy as a dear friend and family member.
I still think of him often. I think about how incredibly special he was. About the imprint he’s left on me. About how much he’s loved and missed. And how none of us — not him, not me, not the people who knew him — had the slightest clue that a random Thursday in July would be his last day here with us.
One night two weeks ago, Jordan casually mentioned that he had a slower work week coming up and wanted to get out of the city. This, my friends, is not the thing to say to a travel addict like myself. While my response was, “Ok, cool,” my actions were anything but chill. I spent the next three hours scouring AirBnB for available rental homes we could afford and drive to (and yes, this absolutely added to my sleep deprivation. But yes, who cares, because — travel).