Went to lunch with my good friend Vanessa, the kind of lunch where we laugh, tear up, laugh again and just have a wonderful time. Vanessa recently lost her Grandmother Ruth, said she'd been in a funk about it. After her telling me about her I realized she sounded like my kind of lady!
Ruth hated T-shirts, only wanted men and boys in collared shirts (amen Grandma). She HATED paper napkins, God forbid you brought in fast food because she'd hand you a linen napkin (should I tell you now I eat In and Out Burger on china?). Even though Ruth had stomach cancer, and skin cancer and was in her nineties, Vanessa described her still as a perfect, shiny, hostess. I love it. What a lady.
My Uncle Bill died last week, at 92. This was my Grandmommie's, Coco's namesakes brother (My Great Uncle Bill). He was a southern gentleman that looked better in his sear sucker suit than anyone you ever saw. He was a war hero, an author of 14 books on regional history, and was a lawyer who championed civil rights at a time and place this was very unpopular. He was married to my Aunt Katherine for 63 years. He was the family historian and loved to tell me "you are a descended from Vikings".
It's people like Vanessa and I that carry these histories forward so that our kids know what real ladies and gentlemen were and should be like. Quite a lot to live up to.
Yesterday one of the mom's at Landon's mommy and me gymnastics class asked what happened to his arm. I told her a blood clot when he was born, he had a stroke, could have been brain damaged, has had numerous surgeries and skin grafts...basically a little miracle. She replied: "Wow. What a little viking!"
How about that. I told her about Uncle Bill and she got the chills. Said she'd never even said the word "viking" before. She wondered where it came from. I know where it came from. Thanks Uncle Bill. I needed a little reminder.
If your kids are dying to have a "sleep over" but are too young, try having a pretend one. Invite the friend over and leave the kids with a baby sitter while you and the parents go out for dinner. Let the kids have their sleeping bags and PJ's and go to sleep. When they wake up in the morning asking where their friend is, say they just left!