Whenever a good amount of time passes after a post, I never know how to start my next post. How about I just jump right in?
It’s hard to believe a whole month has come and gone, and during that time I:
… traveled down to California with Roth and Rowan.
… stood in a line along with five other lovely ladies in honor of my dear high school friend Tawny, whose wedding was just the most gorgeous seaside event ever.
( … and wore more makeup than I’ve ever worn before in my entire life!)
… traveled back up to Seattle on my own while the boys drove up north to visit GrammaLo.
… stayed alone in our house (just for one night) for the first time since Rowan was born.
… traveled across country to New York for work.
… enjoyed an amazing dinner out (at a restaurant that serves free champagne in the ladies’ room, what!) with two of my favorite former co-workers.
… met up with my dear college friend Kirsten, who has been living in New York for the last six months, working as a reporter for Wall Street Journal. (Her first book came out last week, too!)
… saw Once (which won all the Tonys just a few days later!) on Broadway, and only felt tears welling up in my eyes, oh, about four different times. (That music, man — always gets me!)
… returned home, exhausted and craving quality time with my boys, home-cooked food, and some semblance of normalcy for a few weeks.
It’s been a whirlwind of a month, y’all.
A few days before we left for California, I received the sad news that my grandmother — my last living grandparent — had passed away, and quite suddenly. It was a surreal moment, actually, to get that call from my dad. Just minutes before, I’d been talking to my mom on the phone about how I didn’t think I was going to have time to visit my grandma on our upcoming trip, how we just had too much going on for the wedding to squeeze it in. And then, that call.
Thankfully, I did see my grandma one last time in April. She took Rowan and me out for lunch, and afterward, gave me some personal mementos she’d set aside for me to have. Looking back, it was almost as if she knew we weren’t going to see each other again.
There’s more to write about the passing of a last grandparent. Some other time …
In about a week and a half, we’re all headed to Florida for a reunion of Roth’s mom’s side of the family. This trip has been planned for more than a year, to visit Roth’s 94-year-old grandmother and spend time with aunts, uncles and cousins, some of whom we haven’t seen since another reunion nine years ago at Martha’s Vineyard.
This trip is a little bittersweet, though. We’d been holding onto hope that somehow Roth’s mom would be able to come, even if just for a couple of days, but now that she’s undergoing full-on chemotherapy, there’s no way. Even if she weren’t completely exhausted all the time (which she is), to travel by plane is too risky for her compromised immune system. I’m not sure what we’ll tell Rowan as to why his GrammaLo is not there, but hopefully he’ll be so distracted by warm water and a trip to Sea World that it won’t be an issue.
(Still, I’m sad.)
Last, but not least, we spent Father’s Day out and about in Seattle, basking in a surprise cameo by the sun.
Speaking of surprises, I was quite amused at my son’s inability to keep Roth’s gift a secret. Apparently, when you tell a 3.5-year-old that something is a surprise or a secret, that just means to run immediately to the recipient and loudly whisper what the gift is right into that person’s ear.
I’m the one who should know better.
*How Rowan refers to events in the past. Sometimes he adds, “… when I was 16.”