nyc twenty thirteen

Over the weekend, I met up with these two in Brooklyn once again. Jamaica. And Kristi. And like we've done before, we hit the streets of nyc incredibly hard. Urban warriors are we. But we also made sure to carve out enough time to relax and catch up and talk a lot. When we meet up for these weekends full of girl time and wandering, the time goes fast. We intend to make the most of it.

Every time we meet up, it's just what we all needed. I'm back home now and feeling grateful for my friends. We know each other well despite the physical distance that separates California from Iowa from New York. When we're together we talk about everything; each of our personalities collide into one magnificent entity and it's oh-so-good, each and every time.

25 weeks

I spent the last part of my 25th week in beautiful nyc with three of my girlfriends. It was a total last-minute adventure that happened to work out for all of us, and I'm so happy that we were all able to meet up. I had an appointment with my doc right before I left and she gave me a permission slip to fly.  During my stay, my belly button officially popped out. I consumed donuts, meatballs, fried chicken, pancakes and pizza. I taught a friend how to knit using two paintbrushes instead of needles. I took the G and L trains all by myself. We perused fabric shops, yarn shops, handmade/vintage markets, breakfast joints and coffee houses. It was fantastically perfect.

It was just what I needed; a long weekend with quality girl time, good food and that little bit of freedom that everyone longs for once in awhile. Don't get me wrong – I love my family with every single particle of my being, but this short getaway was such a refresher. I came back better and brighter because of it. (And also a bit rounder.)  
More nyc pics and stories to come.