Last night, we were sitting around steaming bowls of lovely Chicken, Corn and Potato Chowder following an insane afternoon filled with some snow flakes, a mad rush to grab our kids from school so they didn’t have to take the bus on our neighborhood’s near-instantaneous treacherous roads once any sort of winter participation hits, and a 3 hour, 10 minute commute for Kenny (for what’s normally a 4.7 mile commute that takes 15 minutes).
Grace started a frequent dinner table conversation where each of us shares “one good thing, one bad thing and something nice you did for someone” from our day.
Grace started. I followed. Kenny followed me, sharing some nice thoughts on how he was thankful to have made it home safely.
Gavin went last. His good thing was his OBOB (Oregon Battle of the Books meeting) because he and his friends made a plan and some reading progress. His bad thing was his OBOB meeting because he still has so much reading to do, including Harry Potter, which he simply cannot seem to get into. His nice thing? “Eating Mom’s dinner.”
Dying. I could not stop laughing. The underlying sentiments of his reply – Taking one for the team. Charity eating. Doing this for you, Mom! – kind of fresh, but I appreciated (as always) his quick wit. I would have felt worse if the chowder stunk, but that stuff was good – and an especially fitting meal for a snowy Portland afternoon. Granted, it was such a winter freak show yesterday afternoon that I forgot to add the chicken and fresh parsley to the chowder – but it wasn’t greatly missed judging by the lack of leftovers.
This kid. He is very much a ‘everything has a spot on the plate and nothing can touch’ type of kid. Unless it’s croutons on lettuce. The mo’ touching, the better for that dish. So, soups and casseroles aren’t his favorite thing.
As for the snow? Officially, we have 2.0″ on the ground and it’s literally like a post-apocalyptic winter’s morn here today. (Check out this photo gallery for a sampling of pics). Tales of hundreds of abandoned cars, people walking home for miles, and kids stuck at school until well after 7 p.m. are the lead headlines today. These are coupled with tales of humanity and goodness of people helping people, which I always love. I feel like yesterday went from two snowflakes falling to a real shit show in the matter of an hour…almost as if everyone saw those first two snowflakes, and left work / school / whatever at the exact same time, compounding what normally would have been a dicey drive in the snow with heavy traffic. This created near-instant gridlock throughout the city and surrounding towns – with the earliest drivers seemingly crushing the first flakes into a layer of ice. And, all the while the snow kept falling and making things worse.
Between the infrequency of the snow, the hilly terrain, and the lack of rock salt use here … Portland is not a city that weathers winter weather well. Given this, my bets are on our kids being home with until January at this point. Any takers? 🙂
Ah, Portland, Oregon. This is turning into quite the winter with “all” of the snow so far!
All right, friends.
The snow eventually showed up, and we had a nice layer by about 12:30 p.m. or so.
Sleds were in full effect for a few hours, and Bob is apparently a huge fan of the white stuff. Huge. As in didn’t want to come back inside.
The storm is changing over to freezing rain – as you can tell by the amazing quality of this photo… and by Grace’s face. She’s getting pelted – but sacrificing herself for the good of mommy’s blog and to the benefit of my tens of readers. #attagirl
Just wanted to share a quick update to our friends and family back East (and elsewhere in the world) as I know the news of our anticipated wintry weather out here in the Pacific Northwest has spread far and wide.
We’re weathering the Portland snow day just fine. (See what I did there?)
The kids, as you can see, are enjoying their day off from school.
And the streets are drier than they have been since September.
Safety first! Hahahaha.
I’ll let you know if that sled gets any use today. 😉
Those two kids up top got married fifteen years ago today.
It was a great day.
Greater days followed.
And God willing, our greatest are still to come.
This morning, Kenny surprised me with Together is Better: A Little Book of Inspiration by Simon Sinek. I picked it up, flipped it over and read, “Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress. Working hard for something we love is called passion.”
15 years of hard work. For something (someone) we love.
We’ve been together forever.
Forever in the best way.
Forever in the kind of way that I can’t really imagine my life without him in it. Nor do I want to.
Forever in the kind of way that our wedding pictures were taken before digital photography was a thing, and we only have prints.
Forever in the kind of way that we exist as BridgetandKenny. And apart as Bridget. And Ken. (and now Gavin, and Grace and Bob.) Forever in the kind of way that any of those people combinations work. And likely always will.
We’re best friends.
We’re for each other.
Thank you, Kenny, for a fabulous 15. Here’s to many more.
Today, we celebrate our main man, Gavin. He’s 10.
Double digits. One – zero.
Yea. I’m not really sure how that happened either.
He’s taller than my shoulder. Just shy of my shoe size. Totally overgrown for my lap. But he still tries to sit there. Mostly so he can quietly share little things from his day to a one-woman audience. Sometimes to annoy his sister. Sometimes to wonder why things happen the way they do. Most recently, he was curious about why ‘nice things’ sometimes make him feel like he wants to cry. Because he’s Gavin. And he’s mostly heart, that kid. Mostly heart.
The last 10 years have been the fastest of my life.
And knowing life and its funny ways, I suspect the years ahead will not feel any slower.
The last 10 years have been the best of my life.
And knowing life and its funny ways, I suspect the years ahead will be even better.
I am so thankful for Gavin.
He makes our smiles bigger.
He makes our laughs heartier.
He makes our days brighter.
He makes our hearts fuller.
He makes our lives better.
He’s 10 today.
The start of his double-digits.
Just the start.
Happy birthday, buddy!