After resigning myself to the fact that my family would be on our own for Thanksgiving, I got an email from William at the 11th hour asking if we’d join his holiday gathering.
The Universe provides! I was so excited!
Who’s William you ask? A total stranger. He’s got a blog. I’ve got a blog. We were bound to meet sooner or later. And I’m glad for it.
So when my son D puked first thing the morning of Thanksgiving, I was more saddened by the fact that we might have to cancel our new Thanksgiving plans than I was about my poor lad being sick. (I’m a great mom). But D seemed to recover by noon so we were good to go.
William’s Rincon house was lovely. Views, airy light, aromatic food, and other friendly ex-pats for us to meet.
But, schmoozing had to wait as when we arrived our kids stuck to us like barnacles. Scared barnacles. P whined and laid down on the floor. D insisted that we carry his 4 year old self around. I think they were ready to eat!
I couldn’t have asked for a more enjoyable holiday dinner. William and Jenn have great kids and friends. It was relaxing and fun to talk to them all. Interesting to be around other people that view moving your family to places like Puerto Rico from their otherwise normal lives as a natural and easy thing to do. Well, easy is relative. They seem to be adventurous, life loving people like us. And that was good energy to be around.
Ms. P and Mr. D loved their daughter Madison. And all the way home to Mayaguez P kept repeating, “Adios Madison”. Today D asked “When will we see Wisconsin again?” It took me a moment to realize he meant the girl Madison. HAHA 4 year olds crack me up.