Will you still need me, will you still feed me...

Picture this – a 64 year-old male out water skiing for his birthday, an impromptu get-together and a relaxing fire.  That’s what dreams are made of, folks.  Hubs announced on Sunday that he would really like to ski on his birthday, a fete that hasn’t been accomplished in a while, to make sure he still could.  A couple of text messages later and the deal is done, Monday, 5:30 p.m.

 

Hubs is in pretty good shape.  He’s a hard worker and always has a project or two going that keeps him moving and fit.  I was not nervous about water skiing, plenty of men do at his age…but, I could tell he was a little apprehensive, because he hadn’t been skiing in a couple years, that he might embarrass himself.  Our nephew came out with his 11 year-old son, dusted off the skis that have been in the barn for a few years, and off they went.  This would be the boy’s first try at skiing, and although quite a gifted athlete, I could tell he was apprehensive as well.

 

Success was whooped and hollered as the boat returned to the pier.  All three had a great spin, the boy was thrilled that he could call himself a skier, as was hubs.  The nephew’s wife had arrived, and sat with me in the yard swing, catching up as more of their kids and friends arrived and were taken out in the boat for a try at skiing.  

We had a great evening and not a typical Monday.  We love this family and look forward to the day they will be moving to the lake themselves and the love, fun and activity they bring with them.  Hubs was beaming, he was so happy to have the yard and the lake filled with their young, happy voices and kept going back to the kitchen to scrounge more crackers, more chips, more cheese, left over pizza and grapes.  We moved to the deck and the fire pit and had awesome conversation, stale crackers and Pringles (are they even potato?).  I sat back and enjoyed watching him enjoy his birthday, no cake, no steak, but, with the exception of wishing his kids and grandkids were here, he could not have hoped for a better evening.  Yes, we will still love you, when you’re 64.