Happy Birthday, Mom!

Nora and I have been in New York since late Friday afternoon.  Since then, we've:

• had hummus and wine and tabouleh and pita and cheese with Sjoerd & Michael & Joseph & Josseline;
• walked the new section of the High Line after brunch at The Park with Grazyna & Howard; and
• are about to have another brunch with Susan and David at the Marketplace Cafe. 

At which point I'll get on a bus to Boston, and Nora will continue the revelry with an early New Jersey dinner with Deborah.

But the real event, of course, was dinner last night for Estelle's birthday.  Estelle, her two children, their two spouses, and friends Peter and Marti from San Francisco took over the center of Blue Hill for three hours.  A lovely evening and a lovely dinner for a lovely person.

Happy birthday, Mom.  Arms around you.  We wouldn't have been any place else.