New York City, we love you. Bold and gorgeous, loyal always, tender sometimes, kind when it’s called for, tough when you must be, honest, brave, and possessing a fierce and quiet strength and honor and beauty in the face of hardship or heartbreak…New York, you are home and everything we hope to be and everything we will always hold dear all at once. New York, we love you, and, especially today, we’ll never let you forget it.
(I originally wrote this post for Journelle…this image, which I love so much, is from my brilliant design team over there)
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Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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New York City, we love you. Bold and gorgeous, loyal always, tender sometimes, kind when it’s called for, tough when you must be, honest, brave, and possessing a fierce and quiet strength and honor and beauty in the face of hardship or heartbreak…New York, you are home and everything we hope to be and everything we will always hold dear all at once. New York, we love you, and, especially today, we’ll never let you forget it.
Feather By Feather 
I love you. Do you get this. Dad from Gramma!!!
Hi Gramma, yes I get this! I love you.