I received a text the other day:
Marcos Bday celebration Sunday.
Please come over. Boys, f-ball, food.
Our house 2 ish.
I said we would be there. The girls guessed they wouldn't be the only girls and they adore Nick and Marco so they really didn't care anyway. We left our house at 2.40 ish. yes, I know what the invitation said but like I said, I know Amy. When we got to the house Amy's car wasn't in the driveway, in fact there were no cars in the driveway. Uh oh, had I got the wrong day? We drove around the corner and I sent a text.
That's a big ish!
The girls were happy to meet another girl. They played with her, did some fishing, played football, did some cheerleading. played lacrosse, and generally acted like boys for many many hours. As Happy As Can Be. We, the grown ups, talked ate and drank. Oh and we laughed, oh did we laugh. It's funny but being out alone is nothing new to me, it doesn't feel odd or uncomfortable because even when I was married his schedule never ever aligned with mine so it was normal for me to do things alone with the kids and most of our friends expect me to be alone.
|as the boys set up lacrosse the girls practiced their football|
|This girl has quite the arm|
|waiting for fish|
|in that tub are 3 fish|
|washing the fish.|
|Lily kicking the football.|
|I really didn't need to see this. The 48 frogs fished from the lake.|
|Happy 11th birthday Marco|
|A spot of cheer leading.|
We had a really lovely afternoon and evening. Amy never allows the normal time constraints of school nights to interfere with her good times so we were out pretty late. But when your invitations come with an -ish and you know that the -ish is for real and it means please be an hour late things are going to run later than normal.