After a delayed London flight, two nights at home, numerous loads of washing and another 4:30am rise-time (!), we were on our way to NYC. Nate lost his voice mid-travels, and had to power through a weekend of playing (and sing/whispering), which thankfully still went down well with each church. But it has left him quite hoarse this week and we're praying it heals-up before NC.*
In light of Nate's more sickly state, Justin suggested we drive, instead of train, to Tarrytown (about 40mins North of the city). And after a day of traveling, that sounded oh so sweet to us! We left it in Justin's capable hands to organize and we were thankful for the teeny-tiny joy of the ride..
Aside from playing some tunes, we had the pleasure of meeting Happy Moffatt, our new godson. No, Happy is not his actual name... It's our current nickname for him, as it so aptly describes his state of being. He is one super happy little Moffatt and we love him.
As the wind chill dropped and the sun disappeared Nate and I didn't venture too far for the remainder of our visit. We took-in our usual haunts (and a couple of new ones - thanks Soph & Pete!), drank plenty of coffee, ate cupcakes and marveled at NYer's resilience to freezing cross-island breezes.
We were charmed by the city once again, and as we flew home with a view of the Island looking South, we were already itching to get back.
C & Nt.
*please pray for Nate's voice if you think of it. Currently, the down-low Darth Vader vibe isn't most ideal for his tunes.