Today’s Throwback Monday is a tad different- it’s only jumping back to February of ’13 (based on a post from 2 years prior to that), but it’s inspired by the events of last Saturday night.
My Dad played a show. (And it was awesome. But that part isn’t even newsworthy anymore, since he is consistently and forevermore awesome.) During the second set, however, while the packed crowd was jamming and spinning and flinging drinks into the air, my Dad played a riff that (maybe? Perhaps?) was new or different. And he caught the eye of my mother in the crowd (because she is always in the crowd), and he imperceptibly raised an eyebrow. And she imperceptibly nodded and gave an approving wink. Seriously, people, this whole exchange was rapidfire and almost too subtle to notice.
Unless one is, for example, their creepily observant daughter.
But in that moment, I saw a guy and a girl. The musician and his roadie/groupie/booking agent/soulmate and how they’d operated for the past 40+ years.
Was that part of the medley weird? Nah, it worked. Thanks. Sure.
Onward.
How flipping cool is that?
So this one is for them.
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Happy Anniversary, You Crazy Kids
(originally published February 18th, 2013)
This couple.
They met and decided to go have some wild adventures and then he built her a house on Cape Cod.
Then they had a kid.
(And then they had this kid.)
And then two more kids, which everyone agreed was a) not “a little brother” and b) not “a trip to Disney World.”
Then came two more houses, at least three business ventures, and a whole menagerie, which (eventually) included five dogs, five cats, two hamsters, and at least thirty fish.
And they are now these folks. (Smushed in the back.)
And there’s been two MORE people born since this pic!
And we clearly no longer allow them to take pictures by themselves.
Today is their 39th anniversary. (40th for dating.) Here’s what I wrote to them two years ago. And it’s still all true. (Especially the bit about my Dad not being able to brush a decent ponytail. But since he’s more than come through in other aspects, we’ll continue to let it slide.)
Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad. May you have another 40 (gazillion). The traditional gift for “39” is lace. But I think we all know what your hearts desire…
A much bigger couch.
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