Although I don’t own a volleyball, I feel a lot like Tom Hanks in “Cast Away” this week.
I’m living alone.
We spent the weekend at a lake house with Amanda’s parents. It was awesome. This morning, I woke up at 5:30am, got ready in the darkness and in complete silence to avoid waking up the semi-sleeping kids, and boarded a train back to DC. Everyone else is still at the lake house. Even Napoleon stayed behind so he can do some water skiing.
So how will I spend the next few days home alone? Other than working, going to a Nationals game, and warding off burglars with broken Christmas ornaments and buckets of paint, I’ll be sleeping. Like, going to bed at 9pm and not waking up to baby shrieking at 2:30am kind of sleeping.
Although I’ll miss everyone dearly, the thought of uninterrupted and peaceful sleep is a beautiful and glorious thing (but still not as beautiful as my wife, kids, Chihuahua, and all the junk food at the lake house).
My four grandparents are some of the greatest blessings in my life. They have all taught me so much and impacted my life in such tremendous ways.
I got to hang out with two of my grandparents in Virginia Beach over the weekend. As I noted yesterday, I spent most of my time in The 757 eating the amazing cookies, sweet potatoes, and pies my grandmother (a.k.a. Memama) lovingly made.
However, in between caloric throwdowns, my grandparents made a rap video:
These awesome heroes were born in 1933. 80 years later, they made a rap video about their soon-to-be-arriving great-grandchildren, Austin and Madison. Not only was it incredible, but it was beautiful too. Even more impressive, there were no practice sessions, no memorized lyrics, and no cue cards hidden behind the camera. Rather, like me at an Indian food buffet, they just dove in and went for it.