And when the parentals are in town, do as the parents would do.
Well, mostly. Kind of. Sorta.
So far we’ve been cheering on the graduate (uh, that’s me):
And celebrating fathers, via rib eye on the grill and Auntie’s famous lemon meringue and kind words to boot…
And we’ve done those things you’re supposed to do when Papa and Grammie are in town, like pay an exorbitant amount of money to see caged animals in their semi-natural environment: we’ve gone to the zoo.
So as we get ready to celebrate one last night of life together, with gorgonzola burgers and roasted beets and cold, clinking glasses of Chardonnay to boot, I’m going to go practice being.