we spent days wandering brooklyn and the village, eating ten o'clock suppers and ice cream cones at davey's. we got lost in local bookshops -- the strand, westsider books, book culture -- and bought sackfuls of paperbacks. we feasted: supper and doughnut plant and shake shack. we imbibed: cocktails at maison pickle. we poked around brooklyn flea and the greenmarket, and rode the carousel in central park. we walked thirty miles across the weekend. we took a good look at the oculus, hopped on the 4 train, and compared & contrasted grand central terminal. we shared coffee and pie at four & twenty blackbirds. and we talked, oh how we talked. we talked our way through the hours -- of travel and god and natural childbirth and parenting and flipping houses. we talked in a way that left our spirits feeling nourished and grown. long after megan & mike had left for the airport, we were still talking of seeing this world together years from now, upwards of a dozen babes between us. perhaps sharing a backyard, too. yes, i would quite like to share a backyard with the martins. i can see us now -- sharing a laundry line and backyard movie nights, captain fantastic cast on a sheet.
(let's live that dream.)