we made a cheese plate and watched the joan didion documentary, the center will not hold.
we walked in central park, trumpeting gold and olive and rust, and watched a saxophonist from a park bench, leaves falling in perfect tempo, baby doing a dance. baby kicks any, every, moment there is music. we hope there's a tiny musician in there. we shared french toast and a blt and a chocolate shake at lexington candy shop. we shopped for flannels in soho and stopped for coffees at dean & deluca. we went for pizza at the small shop on thirty first street where we went on our first date, three years ago this week.
and when the rains moved in, we lit glowy candles and wore slippers and sipped mugfuls of chocolate and watched movies all afternoon. i spent time with baby's journal and husband filled our freezer with homemade red sauce, to see us through the deep winter months.
-- a portrait of us, the coda of this particular october. i would give anything, anything, to have a hundred more autumns with him, with them, just like this.
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