Which will have to reveal itself. One of us has been in school for six of our seven years (next month) of marriage. (Reflecting.)
So, graduation weekend was … a lot. I doubt I’ll even attempt to capture it all herein, but at least let me give a shout-out to Daddy. Because. He really went above and beyond that weekend. So, Auntie-God-Mom was in-house the day before we were all scheduled to head back to Santa Cruz for Joshie’s graduation – Ez and I having been up here for hair-did-ed-ness. So, the plan was to be ready to leave by 7am when she’d be leaving the hospital. Now, granted, though we were all on schedule, the leaving of the house and dropping the doggies off at their weekend getaway took until about 8am. I was already thinking to myself, “Man, I told Dad to be ready by 7:30 and now I’m half an hour late and he’s gonna be like, why’d I have to be ready so early!” And lo, when we reached his house, the front door was in fact open and he and Thanos were playing on the computer, waiting and ready.
That is, until I asked where their bag was. And Dad went, “Bag? For what?” (Me with eyes half-mast, staring at him.) “Aren’t we coming back tonight?” (Me, blinking.) “I’m not prepared to spend the night! I was going to the family grad today and then coming home for choir practice and then driving back tomorrow for the official ceremony.” (Me, exploding.) So, he decides he’ll just drive separately so he can come home that night. Which is cool with me and Auntie because we were raring to go. Get on the road. Let’s do this. There’s packing and stacking to be done before graduation! Well. A few minutes in, Daddy decides he’s not going to drive separately. Auntie and I spring into action getting the carseat resituated and Daddy goes inside to pack an overnight bag for he and Thanos.
Half an hour passes.
I go inside to find him daintily packing delicate sandwiches into aluminum foil and then into a baggy. I try not to roll my eyes out of my head, asking if I can get his bag and put in the car while he finishes gingerly packing five or so snap peas (from his garden) into a snack baggy. He answers that he has not had time to pack it yet. He has been too busy packing snacks for the road. (Me, stabbing the air.)
So, I go outside and tell Auntie we’re going to get breakfast at McDonald’s so I don’t kill anyone. This will give Daddy time to pick out (!) an outfit for graduation. We go, we come back, we eat. Finally, a bag is ready to be packed. We’re all getting situated. Every time Daddy comes out of the house, he has a new snack prepared. Query. Why…is the door still open. Wait. Wait for it. He doesn’t know where his keys are. Auntie and I – in turn – check his luggage and all else he’s brought out of the house. He goes into the house. I check his car. You get the idea.
We did leave. One day. Which is to say, if we’d left when he told us he wanted to drive himself, we in the punctual car would have been to Santa Cruz by the time we finally left his house. O_O You heard me.
We love you, Daddy.
Listening to the Family Graduation Speaker
Josh and Ezra Morrow graduate together!
Before the Family Ceremony
Official UCSC Graduation
What is NOT pictured: Homicide-inducing fatigue after 48 hours of packing and transporting! Njoy!
