Once, we were a foursome: couples lucky enough to find one another in this big world, and to discover that we were more than just compatible. We had all the ingredients that mesh into a good and meaningful friendship.
I was there when she walked down an aisle of sorts at her nursery school graduation, the type of ceremony in which little tykes wear miniature caps and gowns, stare out at the sea of faces, and in a few cases try to bolt.
Our granddaughter Hannah loves to hear about how I was married at the stage she is now: 21 and a graduating college senior.
It’s well after midnight, and I’m in the kitchen enjoying a private binge of frozen cake straight from the package.
I vacuumed today. The whole house.
December is a wonderful, slightly crazy month. Two words – “holiday season” – explain both the wonder and the craziness.
12We always know we’ve arrived at the right house on Long Beach Island each summer when we recognize the old faded towels that our daughters once dragged to day camp drying on the deck of a summer cottage.
My prom gown was baby blue.
To My Daughters:
We recently had coffee and dessert at the home of friends. Along with enjoying a homemade warm apple pie in a gracious atmosphere, I couldn’t help noticing, as I helped clear some of the dishes, that the kitchen was superbly organized.