Wow! Almost three years gone since the last time I posted anything. It’s been a busy time. Nothing earth-shattering has happened. Just life. Kinda keeps you busy if you’re not careful to keep on top of it.
And it has been busy. Sean graduated college and moved to Pittsburgh. James has started his Senior year of college and has moved out for all intents and purposes. At this point, Tami and I can consider ourselves empty nesters…and we’re OK with that.
We’ve raised our sons and done a fairly good job of it – especially when you consider how unprepared we were for the whole parenthood thing. Anyway, the boys aren’t boys anymore. They’re men. And pretty damn fine men if I do say so myself. That’s not paternal pride talking by the way. That’s a cold, balanced analysis of the facts completely unbiased by any hint of fatherly affection…and if you believe that I have a bridge I want to sell you. Yes, I’m so proud of them it hurts sometimes.
But where was I? Oh, yeah. Empy nesters. The fact is, Tami and I are really looking forward to it. We love seeing the boys and having them visit (did I mention I was proud of them?) but we’re just fine when it’s just the two of us. I think one of the smartest things we did was wait to have kids until we were a bit older. It meant we were a bit more mature and better able to handle the stress of new parenthood (HAH! see my earlier comments on belief and bridges). It also meant that we had a chance to get to know each other and live as just us two for a while.
There’s an old saying that you marry a stranger. And like a lot of old sayings, it’s survived because it’s true. Tami and I have known each other since High School. We met up again through a mutual friend a few years after graduation (Thanks, Jeff. We owe you big!), started dating, got engaged and got married. And neither of us had any frickin’ clue who the other person was. Waiting a few years before we had kids helped us get over that and it’s paying off big time now.
I know couples who got married and had kids nine months later…sometimes eight or seven months. Regardless, they jumped or were pushed right into parenthood and never got a chance to know who their partner was one-on-one. When the kids grew up and moved out some of them were just fine. Other got a big surprise when they found out that they didn’t have a lot in common with their partner. It’s not an insurmountable problem but Tami and I got it out of the way years ago. We’re just going back to how it used to be, not figuring out something new when we’re in our fifties.
So now here we are, Livin’ La Vida … whatever you call it … and enjoying the hell out of it. We still have jobs and bills and all that but we also have each other to lean against, worry with, laugh with (and at) and most especially to love. Life is good.