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| The ABFA and BRS Last Night |
I wasn’t going to let my Favorite
Panamanian’s birthday pass without some personal contact. She’s usually a few
thousand miles away on her birthday which would have made yesterday’s antics
impossible if certainly cost prohibitive. She’s been performing yeoman work in
her role as abuela helping out the new parents – the ABFA and Favorite Son - since
last Saturday. They live just outside Portsmouth, NH which is certainly within striking
range of Worcester; especially when compared with her usual tropical birthday
locale.
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| Wife's Reaction to her Birthday Surprise |
I swore my son to silence as I planned
on surprising her yesterday evening by driving up after work to take her out
for a birthday dinner. I was able to get up the driveway undetected and called
her from the garage. I told her that I’d left a birthday present for her out in
the garage before I left on Sunday and asked her to go out and get it. I loved
the expression on her face when she came out and saw me standing there. It was
classic.
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| Of Course there Were a Couple Dozen Roses Involved |
Of course, her first concern was worrying
about me having to drive home last night. That drive, which wasn’t a whole lot
of fun, was more than redeemed by how obviously happy she was to see me. It
also gave me a chance to check in on the BRS as she negotiates her first week
of life. Both the ABFA and my Favorite Son had the traditional fatigued look of
first time parents during that “awesome” first week. The BRS was holding court
in the family room surveying her domain with a calculated patrician stare. I’m
still amazed how small babies are at this age as I held her while my wife to
ready for our dinner date. It’s going to be so much fun getting to know her.
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| Awesome Dinner Date |
We went to a newly opened restaurant just
a few miles from the house. The wait staff was surly and the steaks cold but
that couldn’t diminish the enjoyment of being with my dinner date. She was also
very complimentary towards the sangria they served. We returned to the house where
the small birthday cake I’d also brought awaited us. Bonecrusher had also been
deployed to provide the traditional family incision. I looked across the room
after the cut and imagined the BRS wielding Bonecrusher during future
Februaries. It wasn’t such a long drive after all, considering the company it
allowed me to keep.
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| Wife Wielding Bonecrusher |
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| Cake Never Stood a Chance |
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