DADDY sez...

i like how she can cook something from the last 3 things in the fridge and it's all yummy super delicious

we walk the Upper West Side late at night, looking at the stuff people threw away - end tables, washing machines, tiny school desks. somehow that feels like the MOST fun anyone is having in town at the time.

and it is.

a patch of sidewalk of old cobblestone, a pocket park hidden away in a little alley, a mulatto toddler boy with corn rows in his hair, Hassidic women and their doll-like babies, musicians and break dancers in every subway station - crazy people everywhere. Magic and mind blowing in and of themselves. But with her to share the scene, it's the only place in the world to be.

attentive of her footprint in this world; lean and minimalist. fastidious and picky - reading every ingredient label on every food item. (how is it that MSG is in everything?)

crazy and cracky, but waaaaay less than she thinks she is. She's MY crazy-cracky girl

with a smile that breaks my heart wide open.

perfect.