All These Relationships

06.17.13

Sunday morning Mr. G left the house at 5.30am to go to work. Yes, it was Father’s Day. Yes, it was Sunday. Yes, he went to work. A better wife would have woken up early with him and made him some coffee and eggs but that’s just not who I am and mercifully it’s not what he wants.

When I woke up at 8am there was a text from him saying, “You’ll never believe who is here. Call me right away.”

My husband’s script supervisor was the woman who introduced us to each other in 1995. She had been one of my closest friends since I was 17 years old and we sort of fell out of touch when I became a mother and she was busy traveling the world making movies. Nothing bad happened, our lives just sort of wound away from each other. We’ve dropped in and out of each other’s worlds long enough for her to meet my kids, but never long enough for her to have an impact on them or vice versa.

So when I took the kids to visit the location (we’d been planning on visiting Mr. G anyhow) I saw my friend Hilary before I even saw my husband and it was like we’d seen each other last week. We’d grown up together, and I’m not convinced that either of us are done growing. We chatted and caught up but realized that there really isn’t much catching up to do because those are just events and we sort of are who we are. We hadn’t changed in┬ámeasurable ways. Our families are good, our choices are good, our travels have continued and our loves of good food and bad music are firmly in place.

Mr. G and Alexander played catch on the field and then explored the Coliseum while Jane napped in the car (three parties in two days) and my heart swelled. Because there’s nothing like a friend who really knows you. The friends who know everything.

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Father’s Day Gifts

06.20.10

At nine o’clock this morning I hid a man from my husband. He stood in my kitchen sipping his coffee while the kids woke my husband up, and begged him to take them out for breakfast.

Parked in the driveway was a 2011 Jaguar XF. It took me forever to find a car with a silver/grey exterior and a light interior. Apparently we are the only people in California to want a car without a charcoal interior.

My husband was surprised and delighted. The man? He was the Jaguar salesman who got up very early on a Sunday morning to deliver a car for us.

Who wouldn’t be thrilled with an XF? The car is stunning. If it reminds you a little of the Aston Martin DB7, that’s because Ian Callum designed both cars. It’s fast and quiet, which is a wonderful combination. The sound system is much finer than the ones we left behind in our BMWs, and opening and closing the vents is a joy that defies description. I’ll put it on You Tube shortly. See the video below.

My kids will always remember the day. It was really exciting for them to give their dad such an extravagant (and well received) gift.

This evening, when we went to dinner, and the kids were hanging off of him like earrings, I just thought: Perfect. My life is perfect.

I’m married to a wonderful man, and my children have the privilege of being raised by him. This is as good as it gets.