My mom and her boyfriend have been together for a decade or so, she having gotten divorced from my dad about 15 years ago, he having been divorced for longer. He is a mensch and we’re all very lucky to have him in the family, despite the absence of any government certificate saying he is so.
They’re coming out for a few days right before Christmas, and J and I are getting to plan for their visit. It’s exciting (to be able to host a pair of full-on grownups, meaning not ones satisfied with a futon mattress on the floor… although at the moment we don’t have much better!). It’s stressful (to have a week of work and then family drop in right at the end of the work day on Friday). And it’s heart-warming (to feel that the integration of our families together has begun).
J’s met them both on two trips back East, so there’s none of the trepidation of, “Will they like each other?” (They do). It’s more the nerves of, “Oh crap, what are we going to do with them for 4 days?!”
So, the researching of Oakland’s mural and gallery walking tours, a Point Reyes lighthouse visit, our favorite pizza place (Zachary’s—and I don’t care if it’s an “abomination” of pizza!). My dash this week to the two purported “good” bagel places in the area to taste test, to ensure the New Yorkers are amply satisfied with our West Coast fare! A friend’s low-budget Christmas-special show, a trip to the zoo that is SF’s Union Square on Christmas eve.
Wearing as it is to feel “on” for 4 days, I gotta say all that sounds pretty rad to me. And I’m grateful that our “families” have the marvelous fortune to get along as well as we do.
Happy holiday season, folks.