It’s been too many years since I’ve been in New York. Living on the plains of Colorado, I’d forgotten how much I missed the sensory overload of the “ Big Apple”.
After a few days, I reacclimated to honking horns, sirens, and people bustling.
The smell of hot dogs brewing in little carts on street corners, mixed with whiffs of trash and smells of the city. There’s really no place in the world like it.
*I walked to 34th Street to the largest Macys I’ve ever seen. And rode the old wooden escalator.
*We took a open top bus tour of the city.
*We went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Broadway, in hopes of finding our Golden Ticket.
*We toured the USS Intrepid and went inside a submarine!
But my favorite part of the whole trip was on our last day. We were having breakfast in the hotel. Our waiter greeted us with a pot of coffee (love at first sight) and looked at David and said, “Good morning, Captain!”
To which I replied, “Captain? How’d you know?”
The waiter smiled and said, “Because he looks like someone in charge.”
I lovingly glanced at David, “He’s the Captain of my ship.”
Laughing, the waiter gave me a high five and shook David’s hand.
David was smiling on the inside.
In the taxi cab on the way to the airport, I thought about how God must smile when we make him the General over our lives.