So as for us in this house, as the Catholic placques I've seen say, this week begins our family High Season. Today, Wifey and I are going to Miami Shores, for Wifey's pilates with D2 and her friends, and then we plan to fetch Little Man and take him home with us, for 2 nights.
D1 sent a VERY long list of suggested activities for the 48 hours or so we will have him. I kindly explained that is NOT how Wifey and I roll. We'll probably take him to a movie -- maybe to Pinecrest Gardens, and that'll probably be it. If he has excess energy, I will have him compete in a jumping jack contest, which he will win each time -- that should do the trick.
We have a play date Thursday am with next door neighbor Amelie and her Mom -- Amelie just turned 5 and has her own playground on premises, making her, I guess, a VERY attractive young female for our Little Man. Early afternoon, we'll leave to re-home Little Man, so his parents can groom him for T Day.
His Mommy's birthday is tomorrow -- she turns 36. She had a party Saturday at an art gallery owned by a young man she used to babysit. I believe tonight she and some friends are going to see "Wicked" the movie -- D2 had been pulled into that, as well. And Thursday we'll sing happy birthday.
After TDay/D1's birthday, our season continues. First, Little Man turns 5 in mid December --- apparently a party at the Padel place awaits. Then comes December 25th, where the entire world puts up trees and lights, and gathers from far and near to celebrate the birth of a person in what is now known as Israel. I'm talking, of course, about WIFEY's birthday! We typically gather for lunch somewhere -- she'll pick the location this year.
After that comes NYE -- no plans yet, but something always pops up. Wifey and I were the long time hosts of blow out NYE parties, but the last one was around the turn of the century -- 1999-2000. For 2000-2001, we brought some family to the newly purchased Villa Wifey, where we opened some champagne before returning to the Kendall house for the final party.
My trainer Jonathan has invited us to an open house with his bandmates -- they're playing at a friend's 2 acre house in Palmetto Bay this NYE -- and Jonathan assures me Boomers connected to the band are welcome. Maybe we'll check that out.
A few days later, on January 3rd, is Wifey and my 38th !!! anniversary. Wow -- how the hell did THAT happen? Just earlier today a young woman was asking me how you stay married for so long -- especially these days. I thought about the simple answer: alcohol, but told her the truth: being willing to play the long game in life. When Wifey and I sailed over rough marital seas, as everyone does, whether they admit it or not, we always shared a vision: maybe we could get to the beautiful Bay of shared grandparenthood, and the enjoyment of our Ds as grown ups, with their wonderful partners. And alas, as this luckiest son of a bitch I know has found -- mostly that's been how it's worked out.
After January, comes the Day the Music Died, but also the Day D2 was born! We celebrate that, too, of course, though I'm guessing there won't be an art gallery involved.
So the heady days are upon our family, and I am most thankful, ahead of the national day of giving thanks. I am one grateful, rocking Daddy and Granddaddy in the USA.
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