My home was packed with family and friends this past weekend. It's hard for me to accept sometimes that now we are the grown-ups, the parents, the ones responsible for making everything happen. It turns out that we eat better and have more fun than they ever did.
I remember sitting up late one night with Sara when we were teenagers, she wondered if we would ever have kids and hang out together with our families. This time she wondered if our children would hang out together without us someday.
There was lots of food and drink, dancing and singing. Turns out that printing up the lyrics to "Sweet Child of Mine" was one of the best ideas I've ever had. Feel free to ask to listen to the recording (recordings?) of us doing it on my iphone.
It was so great to settle into this new house of mine. There was a kids table, a tweens table and a teen and grown-ups table. A couple of the kids were confused about my status, they decided that I must be a grown-up because I was so tall. This made me happy. As did the breakfast that arrived with one of our guests of pickled, smoked and cured fish and an array of other items that can only be found in New York City. With so many small vultures around I thought it would be most wise to put the spread in the center of the grown-ups table where we could guard it on all side and throw small scraps to the vultures to keep them back.
