My Loving Spouse said, “I don’t need any big deals for my birthday.” Even though he was going to turn a significant number. He ‘might‘ not have actually said, ‘deals’, it could have been ‘surprises’ or ‘parties’ or whatever, but I know for sure, that he said ‘need’, which is totally different than ‘want’.
Actually, I did know exactly what he wanted…more than anything…it was to see Number Three Son. Number Three has been gone for the last few years working with his church, so it had been sometime since My Loving Spouse had seen him.
Number Three and I (with a bit of help from Number Two) hatched a plan. Tickets were booked, and My Loving Spouse and I set of to the airport to pick up a ‘friend’ of Number Two Son. It is hard to get My Loving Spouse ‘flabber-gassed’, but we did it!
Tuesdays are reserved for Croquet. So far, the wind always blows hardest on Tuesday. We told Number Three to grab a hat that fit tight, so he could earn the ‘straw hat’ point.
I did break the news to My Loving Spouse that the Croquet ‘Pot-luck’ was actually a “Pat-luck”. Everyone was bringing dishes that he especially liked….Korean BBQ, Molasses cookies, pickled asparagus, guacamole, Irish Death and a new cocktail created by Number Two called The English 70! We are celebrating you!
Everyone, especially My Loving Spouse enjoyed all the food and drink at the Pat-luck. The wind howled and Number Two won….again! Someone needs to do something about that, as he is already the only one with 2 Green Bandannas.
Forth of July found us eating and drinking, (who knew that it was ‘Thirsty Thursday’ and beer was $2, luckily, we had a designated driver) in Yakima for the Pippins game. Hot dogs, beer, ice cream, kettle corn, tums….
A tiny little pancake for the boy, before he had to head to the airport and our week came to an end.
Time with his dad was precious to them both. Finding that he has grown to a delightful guy, was a gift to us all….as we share a love of history, and old architecture. I planned the surprise for them….but believe me, I am blessed.
