If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that Bridget had a fantastic birthday. Remember that birthday party I told you about? The one where no one knew her name. I spoke to the teacher and apparently it might have been because the children were only familiar with Bridget in class. She wondered if it was because they were someplace different. She told me when Bridget enters the class it is like Norm entering Cheers! I doubted her until this came home:
If we were having a glass of wine I would tell you that I am scared. I have my first physical therapy evaluation for my leg. My race in is less than 2 weeks and I am worried I will let my running partner down.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you how incredible Bridget’s teacher is and how she thinks outside the box. Bridget isn’t able to tell her about the weekends, so now we text photos with a quick narrative for the teacher to prompt a response. Bridget is learning to answer questions, so incredible.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that Abby told me the best part of Bridget’s birthday being on Thanksgiving was that the girls got to have pancakes while the adults had turkey. I will also tell you it was kind of gross seeing pancakes on the same plate as crescent rolls and cranberry sauce.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would share your tears over another act of gun violence, another terror attack and how another person became homeless. We would strategize on how the world would be better if only they let us run it.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that I ask you to kick me under the table the next time I try to broach politics with family members.
If we were having a glass of wine I would tell you that the freaking Elf is back and making me miserable.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would snort out loud as I relayed the story of how while chasing after Bridget I did the best fall, seriously on a scale of 1-10 I would have gotten a 10 for style. It worked so well, that Bridget came back and laughing asked me, “what happened”?
If we were having a glass of wine I would tell you how I am fighting her insurance company, who for some unknown reason did not get her renewal form even though I have a confirmation e-mail.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would tell you that I hung the poster of how Bridget’s classmates described her in my hallway. That I will keep it there as a reminder that they truly understand her best attributes: good hugger, she is nice and best of all…a good friend.
If we were having a glass of wine, I would smile and tell you I feel guilty for having such a fantastic week. I would hope you did as well, but would listen if you did not.
So tell me, over a glass of wine, how was your week?