That was a long weekend. A long weekend in the good sense. Not the bad sense. Aside from the 3rd degree burns I suffered while frolicking in my sister’s pool, I had a lot of fun. I haven’t slept worth a shit the past two nights, due to the burns, but I had a lot of fun.
It was fun to watch my two children play together with their cousins. They played in the pool. They played in the yard. They played at grandma’s house. They played at our house. They played. There is something so terrific about looking into a child’s eye and knowing exactly how they feel, how much fun they’re having. Watching the wheels turning as they are learning something for the first time.
My son had never played in the pool like he played on Saturday. We could not pry him away. Five straight hours he was in the pool. He floated and kicked and splashed and bounced all day long. He was developing new dimples from the perpetual smile he had. I may have a new dimple or two in one of my chins from smiling at him smiling.
My daughter continues to act older than any other three year old that I know. She questions everything now. She has a thirst for knowledge that the nerd in me adores. The questions didn’t stop while her cousins were here. There were more. Questioning why Maya was in trouble. Why did Owen do that? Why does Aidan want to do that?
This quintessential weekend is possible because of where we live. Normally, I would say Carmeltopia here, but today I will say America. Sure, I’m a strong critic of partisanship and the blatant corruption in Washington. But today is for the men and women who gave their lives so I could have the weekend with my family that I had. And for that, I thank you.
Please to enjoy.