Big Apple Again…

Five years later

"Mommy! Let's go!" My son jumped up and down, urging me to get our suitcases from the luggage carousel.

I sighed and gave my little devil a meaningful look. "Liam, we have to wait for our suitcases, and they are not here yet... Unless you want me to pick two random ones, then we can go."

Liam gasped and shook his head. "No! Other people don't have Spiderman's pajamas in their suitcases, and I really liked mine!"

I smirked. "Then we have to wait." I grabbed his little hand and stroked his unbelievably thick, dark-brown hair. "Don't worry. It won't be long."

He nodded and grinned. It was his first time in New York, and he was overly excited. Unlike him, I was growing anxious, and even though my confidence had grown over the last few years, a little of the old me had awakened as soon as our plane landed at the airport.

A lot had changed during those five years. For starters, I found the love of my life—my son, the amazing, smart, and forever cheerful kid I decided t