I returned to New York a few times over the past year, and each trip felt more like a homecoming than a visit. But this most recent experience felt different. It might've been because we stayed in a hotel like grown-ups (but with my parents, so not really), or possibly because we made a real effort to take in the sights of the city. We kicked things off by eating lunch in Madison Square Park so we could check out this awesome yarn exhibit by New York-based artist Orly Genge (read all about it here). Next up was a performance of The Book of Mormon (!!!), which did not disappoint. I could barely contain my excitement before the curtain rose, and found myself tearing up out of pure joy. After months of hearing that song in commercials (The Book of Mor-or-or-or-monnnn), I couldn't help but sing along in my seat, much to Andrew's embarrassment. The last stop of the afternoon was by far the most somber and reflective one of the day. We visited the 9/11 memorial for the first time. A pair of square pools now occupy the space where the towers once stood, and waterfalls fill the pools on all sides. Listed along the perimeter of both pools are the names of the people who passed away in the attack, including emergency personnel, the passengers on all of the flights, and even the people who died in the 1993 bombing. Women who were pregnant at the time are listed with their unborn children, and names are grouped with others based on their shared connections (this article about the process still brings me to tears). To say it was moving would be an understatement. If you have the opportunity, please, please visit this memorial. In fact, always make time to visit memorials so that the memories of those who lost their lives will never be forgotten.