Letters To My Sons | July

Dear boys,

Back in April when cancellations started pouring in and panic was at an all-time high in NYC, I made a crucial decision for our family’s sanity. Camp refunds would go toward summer escapes. VRBO reservations made when most people were too shell shocked to commit has paid off, and as a result, we’re having a Covid summer tour of our neighboring state of Connecticut.

While enjoying the outdoor deck at the J House in Greenwich this month, I turned on Sirius XM and connected my Beats Pill. The result was a spontaneous dance party. An explosion of laughter and joy that will go down in Davis history!

I barely had time to grab my big girl camera and get the settings just right, but you can clearly “feel” the vibe. What Grey did next during your dance routine had me dying! Zooming in for a close up, I was unaware of the shock that would unfold and had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing over the recording. Where’d you learn those moves Grey?! “I dunno,” you’d say with a shrug and a smirk. That swagger just comes from within I suppose. Cash, your traditional buttons weren’t nearly as impactful as Grey’s shirt snaps, but those “crazy legs” moves certainly were! As you said, “I was there as Grey’s backup dancer!”


These moments of joy are getting us through a pandemic summer when most of our beloved New York is shut down. I don’t know how many times I’ve replayed this video, listening to your infectious laughter, or how often I look through these photos, but my spirit is always lifted as I relive your uninhibited sunset dance performance.

Thank you for such spontaneity. For your swagger and innocent laughter. And for dance moves beyond your years. I’m your groupie for life — not just on our summer tour!

I love you. Always and forever, Mom

Next stop on the tour: Old Saybrook!