I’m getting ready to join my family in Florida to celebrate my mom’s 90th birthday. This should be a joyous occasion, but I’m feeling a little weak-kneed. It probably has something to do with the fact that I will need to get up in the middle of the night to make my 6am flight. I’ve not flown since the Christmas undie-bomber incident, so god only knows how long it will take to get through security.
No direct flights means that I have to change planes in Salt Lake City. I always get a little nervous in Mormon country, but it’s better than flying with Continental and changing planes at George Herbert Walker Bush airport in Houston.
For this milestone event, we will be not just my stepfather, mom, brother and sister-in-law, but will be joined by my stepfather’s two daughters and their husband and friend, respectively. I’ve not seen these women in 40 years.
So how will this shake out? Meals and naps are very important. We will eat too much and drink way too much red wine. My stepfather won’t speak, at least to my brother. My sister-in-law will get angry, my brother drunk and my mom can’t hear so she will miss all of the excitement. This is my family, and I love them.
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