More coming on seeing so many dear friends this weekend, but for now I will just quote from myself (! a first!):

Thank you, Quincy, for being an incredibly rare lifetime friend – if not the rarest and most special – being with you feels like home! I am amazed to observe the ways that we’ve taken roads that are both incredibly different and profoundly similar … and feel so blessed that the way you get me instantly, with patience and insight and without judgment, hasn’t changed. I think back to the first time I met the long-legged, short-shorted redhead in the Wilson courtyard in the fall of 1992 … how far we’ve come! How many friends know what I wrote my thesis about, how many days early I turned it in, the name of my freshman year boyfriend, what I wore to my 21st birthday, that I cried almost weekly in my first job out of college, what my favorite song, book, and movie are, what I thought the day I met my now husband, and a million other of the mundane details that make up a life? How many friends were there with me the night I broke my leg running naked in the snow, the night before my wedding, and within weeks of my first child’s birth? I can’t articulate how much you mean to me – and how much the shared history that brought us here is part of the bedrock of my life … thank you.

“But there’s no vocabulary for love within a family.

Love that’s lived in, but not looked at.

Love within the light of which all other love finds speech.”

– T S Eliot

Hallelujah:

“Kids who watched “Sesame Street” as a preschooler have higher grade point averages when they get to high school.” (Business Week online article)

Thank you, Hadley, for sending … best news I’ve heard all year. And doesn’t the Sesame-Street-watching child above look like he’s destined for brilliance and an 800 on the verbal SAT?

Is it just me or is Whit’s hair starting to resemble Princess Diana’s in her heyday?

Spoke to Grace and Whit this morning as I walked to work from the hotel. Grace announced to me that “Daddy is the best babysitter in the world” and I got some laughs at Starbucks when I said, “he’s not a babysitter, Grace, he’s your father.” Literally several people guffawed out loud.

Had a lovely visit with Alexandra and Tim last night. I finally got to see their divine house (HOUSE!) in the west village and had a chance to see both Margot and Cameron before they went to bed. It is seductive to imagine living down there in the village – everything seems so adorable and accessible.

Slept like a log which is a nice change from the usual. The Regency upgraded me to a ridiculous two-bedroom suite which was pretty much the same size as our house. I went for a very quick run this morning and was at the office by 8am. Heading home tonight!