Ten years ago, my parents drove down to take me out for a birthday lunch. Feeling emboldened by the idea of, well, free lunch, I invited a girl I had only known for three weeks to join us. She knew my parents would be there and yet she said yes. What she didn’t know was that my two younger siblings, my maternal grandparents and even Great-Grandma Jennie (more on her later) would be there.
A typical person would react in shock and probably hold a grudge for a while. Who invites you on a date and surprises you with their extended family? And yet, she didn’t get mad at me. And she kept hanging around.
Ten years later, it’s my birthday again. My wife and I are both in school and pursuing our passions, finding adventures and living in one of the coolest places on earth. December will be our sixth wedding anniversary.
Word to the wise: If you need a wingman on your first date, take your great-grandmother. And if you don’t have one you can take mine, she loves to go out to lunch.
Let the record show that Great-Grandma Jennie is a legend amongst my students. They struggle to relate how old she is to human history. Suffice it to say that someone asked if there were only 13 states in the US when she was born. Because, of course, she was born before Vermont was approved for statehood in 1791.