Today we had tickets to the Yankees/Red Sox game in Boston. We were going to meet our daughter for dinner and the game. The weather didn’t look promising – a certain rainout. At noon we talked to her and discussed meeting places.
I was ensconced in my recliner engrossed in the second book of The Shades of Grey trilogy, (which we will discuss another day), when around one o’clock the rain started pelting on the skylights and the wind was revving up. I looked at my husband and said, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He called our daughter and we cancelled. I snuggled deeper in my chair with a hot cup of coffee, savoring not having to go out in this weather.
Two o’clock my husband gets a text from her. “I’m not doing anything if you guys just wanna come up and meet for dinner.” I take one look at him and I’m up off my chair, in the shower and out of the house in forty minutes.
Why did we do this? Because we both know the day was about a lot more than baseball.
And so, as another day goes by, I sit in bridge traffic thinking how lucky we are that our adult children still value spending time with us; when they call, we go, because that’s what parents do, and….I have written.
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