Dear New York thief,
Please don't target mothers with children anymore, or anyone for that matter. When you steal someone's phone they feel defeated for a bit and it leaves a bad taste of NY in their mouth.
Dear Greenwich Village,
Thank you for the wonderful date night and romantic August restaurant. The rhubarb crumble and ginger, coconut, and pistachio gelati was perfection.
Dear mice that live in the apartment building,
Please, please don't visit us anymore. We know you like peanut butter, and just like your friends, you will be caught!
Dear refreshing rain,
Thank you for wiping out the 100 degree weather and humidity. It has been so nice to walk home without dripping sweat along the way and with a little more spring in my step.
Dear Morningside Heights Ward,
Thank you, thank you for being so welcoming and for being full of so many friends with young children.
Dear ancient, classy old lady,
You really made me smile last night while you walked along the street, slightly hunched, with your drink from Five Guys in one hand and your Anthropologie bag in the other.
My stomach still hurts from laughing when you asked if you could give me a "weddy" (a wedgie).
Your 18 month social personality wins over the hearts of such a spectrum of people on the subway. They can't help but smile and wave and play peek-a-boo back with you.