This bittersweet morning marked the departure of "The Hotta" from our home in London, as she made her way back to NYC.
Unlike "The Oprah", "The Hotta" is an entity who lies outside the realm of hyperbolic comparison and genuinely deserves her own definite article. Those who know her understand her larger-than-life presence...
Her inner spark, spontaneity and passion envelop you in a playful, magical world of dreams and imagination, while her endless generosity humbles you beyond belief.
This week has been a fantastic escape from the London grad school bubble: We dined in great restaurants, covered much of the city with our footprints (in search of the next great adventure) and just enjoyed the company of a fantastic family member and friend.
John and I discovered Hotta's thank-you note to us (in the form of one of her signature "Little Women" drawings) perched high behind the kitchen clock. We looked at each other, smiling, for we had been touched my Hotta's magic dust even after her departure.
We miss you already dear Hotta (or "dear the Hotta"!) and we can't wait for you to visit again...
xo
Reader Comments
1.
Well, well... there are two things that I ask of you sweet cousin:
- if one day I get married, you , and you only, will give the toast.
- when I die, you again, but not only, shall wish me farewell.
On a more optimistic note, thank you SO much to both you & John for a wonderful week of conversation, food and LOVE.
I shall be back ;-)
Hotta
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Come on over little lady... we'll be waiting!