We’re in Mexico, so we aren’t doing our usual tradition of
stumbling across the yard to Chris and Lexa’s. We’re planning on stumbling
across the pool to the hotel restaurant, where they’ve planned a little
extortion meal for everyone dumb enough not to make reservations somewhere
else. It’s so expensive that Diana flat out refuses to tell me the price.
We spent the day poolside, constructing elaborate games. One
was called “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason Bourne.” We chopped off the JC part of the
title after we realized it was offensive. Our games all involve some kind of
tag, mixed with making sure Luca doesn’t drown.
Right around siesta time, a massive storm blew in. As Diana collected
our stuff, the boys and I decided to tough it out. Wind turned once peaceful
umbrellas into weapons. Seagulls shouted at us to leave our French Fries and run.
We decided to high tail it once we saw the staff leave their tips and make for shelter.
But not soon enough to miss getting utterly drenched. Right now I am sitting
among the soggy garments of lazy children.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Now is the time where I leave a little New Year’s Eve note
to my fam.
Dear Elijah,
You’ve become so independent, so sure of yourself, so
confident. You own junior high. And you’re the first kid I’ve ever met who got
a Christmas love note from his teacher saying how amazing they are. Every year
you get kinder and sweeter and funnier. I hope 2019 brings you happiness and
many, many victories. You may be better than me at Fornite, but I still love
you more.
Dear Luca,
You make me laugh so much. You are just so silly and fun and
goofy. You have such spirit. I love that you find your own things to be into,
like baseball. But you still keep one foot in our family. You’ve got such a fun
little crew of goofballs and I’m glad you are so loved. I hope 2019 brings you
lots of adventures and lots of laughs. You mae be better than me at Fortnite,
but I still love you more.
Dear Diana,
You are so strong, so amazing. I can’t believe you are able
to keep such a sense of humor among all your ailments. You are an inspiration.
Thank you for making me brave and making me take risks. Your bets always pay
off. I can’t wait to see what we do next year. I hope 2019 brings you peace and
calm in our cabin and lots of amazing wine. You may be better than me at
decorating, but I still love you more.
Dear Grover,
Don’t die. I love you.
p.s. Sorry for the photo. Flashes are for suckers.
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