I’m in California this morning, little sweetheart. Sylvia and I flew in last night. We’re staying with your parents and then going down to Santa Barbara on a five day road trip that will begin tomorrow. It’s a mini version of two little ideas I’ve had for the longest time:
1) to visit some/all of the 21 California Missions and
2) to take a leisurely trip along the coastal route of Highway One, stopping along the way wherever the spirits (namely yours!) may take us.
As I’ve woken here this morning to birdsong and the gorgeous warm California air - it’s 80f here and was still in the 40’s when we left NYC - I feel incredibly grateful, my heart full, to feel close to you and home.
It was late last night when we got in. The plane was delayed three hours. Your dad left the Enclave in long term parking for us to collect and drive back. We detoured through Davis but didn’t stop because it was about 3am.
Tomorrow, we’ll visit The Angel, where I know you are not tethered but merely alight to guide and comfort me when I myself stop by.
Please be with me, as I know you often are. With all my love.
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