Thursday, December 31 – New Years Eve<\/p>\n
The specific events are over, but our time together continues.\u00a0 That’s just fine with me.\u00a0 I like our kids and their mates and want to spend as much time with them as possible.\u00a0 It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m coasting, relaxed, happy.\u00a0 This holiday comes every year and while I’m not a great fan of it, I have an idea how we should celebrate.\u00a0 Because a wedding happens only a few times in a life, it’s hard to know what all to do, what comes first and second and third.<\/p>\n
Imagine my surprise when our middle son asked if he and his girlfriend could take his mother and me out for tea.\u00a0 I was dense enough to be momentarily irritated.\u00a0 Why now?\u00a0 I’m tired.\u00a0 Mom’s tired.\u00a0 We wanted to lie low and\u00a0 relax with our children and their mates.\u00a0 Why would they want to pull us away from the rest of the family for tea?\u00a0 I mentioned it to my wife.\u00a0 Her wiser head prevailed.\u00a0 She smiled, lifted her eyebrows and suggested they might want to tell us something. \u00a0What had I been thinking?\u00a0 Of course they had a reason to talk to us.\u00a0 He and his girlfriend all of a sudden felt like drinking tea with us?\u00a0\u00a0 I can be so dense, so oblivious.\u00a0 I sometimes marvel I’ve gotten myself and (with my wife) our family through all these years, paying the bills, making decisions, slogging through life, arriving today, both of us fairly happy and healthy and with three well-adjusted children each with excellent mates.\u00a0 <\/p>\n
The four of us met at the same place we bought the cake, where the bride, her mother, and I had tasted samples and sipped coffee only a few days before.\u00a0 So typical of this pair of deep-thinking non-conformists, our son and his soon-to-be-fiancee, she did the talking.\u00a0 Apparently our son had done the talking with her parents a week earlier at Christmas.\u00a0 She asked for our blessing for them to get engaged.\u00a0 How sweetly and quaintly put.\u00a0 I wondered to myself if they would ask us again for our blessing to get married, the question you’d expect to hear from the almost-betrothed.<\/p>\n
Later that afternoon all eight of us, yes eight, drank champagne to celebrate the announcement.\u00a0 I was gratified to see us be and behave like a group, a family.\u00a0 All different, yet similar, distinct, yet united.\u00a0 Later that evening, I was preparing the grill to cook hamburgers.\u00a0 Our middle son and his soon-to-be affianced had gone to a movie but were due back soon.\u00a0 I love being outside grilling, smelling the smoke and the food, a beverage in hand, savoring the moment.\u00a0 While I was out there they drove up and parked but funny thing, they didn’t get out of the car right away.\u00a0 I was honored to be so near when my son asked his lady to marry him.\u00a0 Powerfully moving that the person I helped make, that his mother and I watched grow as we parented him, was now setting out on his own, starting a new family, a life with the person who would become his wife.<\/p>\n
The eight of us greeted the new year at our favorite pub in Alexandria.\u00a0 We hoisted our beers and wished each other well, expressing our love and affection.\u00a0 When the clock struck 12, I was glad to have successfully maneuvered through 2009 and particularly our daughter’s wedding, and was ready to move on to 2010.<\/p>\n
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