As Will and I were enjoying a delicious steak dinner, prepared lovingly and dropped off by a neighbor, two faces appeared in the picture window that looks directly at our kitchen table and standing before us on our patio were eldest and youngest sons, Barry and David—who drove in from lock down in California for the holiday weekend—shocking my brain right out of my head.
So of course, once I can get a think going inside my totally stunned brain, I think they’re here to surprise Will for his 78th birthday until I learn that Will knew for days—so this unimaginable surprise, during quarantine, which our family takes very seriously, was designed for—me.
Holy smokes ...
I can’t imagine what my facial expression exposed when my brain felt too confounded to free me to do much more than stand up and stare straight ahead in total disbelief. Then, I must have walked to the window, because with the palms of my hands against the clear glass, my sons palms are matched to my own.
Next thing I know, Steven and five year old Ravi are at the window, smiling mischievously, too! They brought all the fixings for BBQ for four, knowing that Will and I had to stay inside. So we zoomed with our three sons to hear each other clearly as they feasted on our patio while Will and I, flying high on adrenaline, forced our bodies to remain seated right next to our Arcadia door.
An adrenaline high, fueled on pure joy, kept my eyes glued to our precious family for close to two hours before my above and beyond burst of energy faded, leaving me craving my bed. I’ve not been able to sit in a chair for two hours in many months! Post adrenaline rush saw me crash.
Today, Barry and David were back at noon, so I rested up till then.
Will carried a backyard lounger from the garage to the Arcadia door so I could lie in it, being that sitting was an impossibility in the absence of another adrenaline rush, which would have been too much for my weakened body to handle, again, so I called forth my line of control to remain calm while my eyes feasted upon this pair of west coast sons for about an hour and a half before bed craving overwhelmed me, again. At that point, they left for Steven’s, knowing that Ravi, quarantined for months, was biting at the bit to swim, like the mermaid she’s become, with her beloved uncles, tripling her playmate daddy into a trio of guys who adore the sole little girl born to our immediate family in more than fifty years.
When our sons decided to drive in, as luck would have it, a close friend of theirs, who has been quarantining at a friend’s house, offered them her two bedroom home, which has been empty for two months, so their plan to surprise me came together as naturally as if it was meant to be.
Now, I’m going to rest till this evening, when they’ll all be back on the patio. Since they’ve each been working from home and quarantining seriously, I understand their decision to be together, outside in Steven’s pool. ... and they lucked out this weekend. Next week the temp is supposed to climb to 111 degrees—in May—?
This is quite the memorable Memorial Day Weekend for our family—that’s for sure!
And since this is how I’d wished to feel, here is what I chose to wear—
🙋🏻♀️Annie
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