Saturday, April 14, 2012
Is This My Year?
Look at me smiling and carefree. Is this my year? I've been abnormally happy lately. Opening Day for the Braves at Turner Field. "Let's make this a family thing," my daughter-in-law-to-be suggested now that we've done it two years in a row.
A magnificent evening. Former President Jimmy Carter and Rosalynn Carter were there, their sweet faces flashed up on the big screen to thunderous applause and some fool behind me actually asked their friend, "Are they someone special?"
Are you not from America? I whirled to look, absolutely shocked, some pretty lady, maybe 30, quizzically wondering who earned the ovation.
I had on my new Chipper Jones shirt, 50 cents recently at a yard sale, and dadgum Chipper didn't play, straight on to the DL. This is his last opening day chance as a Braves player.
Chuck had my sons last night, Grandma had my daughters, I crawled home and feel asleep about 1:30 in the morning, only to get up early and figure out how to get to Daniel's engagement party thrown by my former principal, Tom, and his amazing wife, Crysty. Best boss I ever had, I'd known them both for many years, as Daniel played Little League and high school baseball with their son, Mitchell. Roomed with him in the dorm too.
I hadn't seen Tom and Crysty lately, I haven't seen anyone lately what with sunup to sundown work around here, and the years have been really good to them. They looked seriously wonderful, the Barbie and Ken models for our age group. Lines keep etching across my face while Crysty becomes even way more gorgeous. I absolutely love her.
Such a delightful time, good food, great company, so unusual for me to be at any event, much less two within a 12 hour time period. Daniel's best friends with their son, has been hanging around over there for the past 15 or so years, and the party they threw was nothing short of a whole buncha fun. Crysty sent me home with the cake that my boys are now devouring.
I do love me some cake, lemme tell you, especially that is obviously cooked from scratch and beautifully decorated.
Because Lily finished the trilogy, The Hunger Games set, now Gina, Sarah and Narcela are passing the three books back and forth, Gina just brought 'em to Sarah, but she'd also been to Plantapalooza and gotten me some tomatillos she wanted me to grow for her and a Miss Huff Lantana, a Mexican petunia and a giant Rudbeckia. I have a smattering of Rudbeckia that reseeds itself years after year, but this one's gonna grow 9 feet tall.
Anything grows taller than tiny Gina, even the roses.
And like any other once traumatized person, I feel weird to be happy as if the sky could then fall on me, it almost makes me nervous and unable to enjoy the moment. That just ain't right, I gotta work on my own recovery and attitude.
I've busted my butt for a bunch of children, I can be happy now. This is my year.