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Anyway, Jackson and I went to a farm upstate today with some friends of ours and we just got home and I’m beat. Jackson is so tired he slept for an hour in the car and he continued sleeping as I carried him up the stairs to our apartment and put him to bed. It’s been a half hour since we got home and he’s still asleep. I should probably wake him up or he’ll stay awake all night, but the peace and quiet is so nice and I just want to sit here in our dark, air conditioned living room in silence for just a few more minutes.
Tomorrow I think we’re going to take him to Coney Island, and on Sunday we’re renting a car and driving to the ‘burbs to attend a bris for our friends’ new baby. They just moved up there a couple weeks ago and their older son is Jackson’s best pal and Jackson’s been asking about him every day and asking when he’s moving back and it’s so sweet and so … sort of sad that it just breaks my heart every time. I was putting him to bed the other evening and, as I kissed him goodnight, he yawned and said, “Maybe JJ will move back soon…”
Sunrise, sunset, and all of that.
Today would be my Grandpa Jack’s 91st birthday. I’ve been remembering his 90th birthday party last year — the last time I saw him (he died a few weeks later) — and missing him today. So, in his honor, I’m going to eat a bunch of ice cream tonight because he loved ice cream and he’d want me to eat a lot of it on his birthday while I remembered him, so that’s what I’m gonna do.
What about you? What are you up to this weekend?