Saturday, September 12, 2015

September 12, 2015: Birthday Weekend


And so I sit on our back patio, sipping hot coffee and watching golfers enjoy a beautiful morning in Denver. Amid the chaos of everyday life, I find my Outlook calendar and travel schedule has me in Colorado this weekend. It's been a month since I've spent any time outside of Nebraska, so a refreshing reprieve in all of it's mountainous glory.

I have also been quickly reminded that it is my birthday weekend, with birthday hitting tomorrow. A Sunday. A weekend birthday deems it a birthday weekend. At least that's my rule.

With Labor Day feeling like yesterday, I really hadn't a clue that my mid-month birthday was this soon. Wednesday night I received a text from a friend and co-worker in the midst of a work interchange.

"What are you doing for your b-day this weekend? Knocking something off your bucket list?"

Birthday? This weekend? With computer on my lap, I pulled up my Outlook calendar. Sure enough she was correct. Birthday on Sunday with green color coding indicating locale will be Denver.

I couldn't answer her question on bucket list adventures since I hadn't even thought about my birthday.

"My birthday is Sunday." I shared aloud with Garrett. "Will I be 49 this year?" was my question while doing the mental math.

Garrett let me know that he knew it was my birthday (purple reminder on his Outlook calendar) and that I will be 48. Although his next comment would have reference to a blond moment, I quickly reminded him that I am never asked my age, just DOB. So not immediately knowing my age is not that far out there, right?

Confirming age and birthday, I soon began thinking about the bucket list question. Maybe we should plan something fun. A nudge in the right direction in my estimation. And a quick weekend away in the playground of Denver. Surely we can find some fun adventures between our typical on-going work and e-mail log reduction.

My mind wandered quickly to the hot air balloons we frequently admire on our many bike rides through Chatfield State Park. An e-mail inquiry and a phone call back the next day resulted in our first planned event of the weekend. Second planned event came from my trainer, mentioning to me on Thursday that the Broncos were kicking off their season in Denver on Sunday. Hmmmm...

Within two days, I have somehow filled a weekend. Some are set plans. Some are just thoughts. But I am a bit determined to try to squeeze it all in, all while keeping up with work and the e-mail explosions.

My mom likes to remind me that although filling a schedule and making the most out of a day is a strength of mine, it can be a weakness as well. All in moderation are her words of advice to me. Mom has also been quick to remind me that my youngest son has followed suit in the enjoyment of adventure area.

At age seven, Grant was spending a week with his grandparents in Arizona. Mom told me the story of how little Grant sounded like her own little daughter from years back. As they were taking a morning walk into the foothills of the neighboring mountains, Grant got caught up in the excitement of the upcoming day...

"Grandma, let's climb the mountain! And then we can have breakfast with Grandpa and catch a squirrel. And then we can bake a cake and then sew a blanket. And then we can see the trains. And then...and then...and then."

Mom later reflected that she was exhausted just listening to him.

Fast forward to birthday weekend....

Now Grant's mom thinks climbing a mountain sounds spectacular as well. And a bike ride after writing this blog. And then I definitely need to get a manicure and pedicure. The new Breckinridge Brewery is now open. That's a must. Huskers play tonight. Joining us in all the fun is Zach. Now a Fort Collins resident, he will be making the trek to join in the weekend birthday fun.

Tomorrow starts with a hot air balloon ride over Ken Caryl. Then the Broncos game. And I kind of want to finish my book in between. And did I mention that Garrett and I walked to a neighboring Italian restaurant for dinner last night to start birthday weekend? The weather is fabulous. And my morning cup of coffee brought to me by dear husband, a daily gift that I cherish.

Morning coffee <check>
Blog <check>

Next up...bike ride then pedi......

Picture from 9/14/14...enjoying sight of balloons on bike ride.
This year will be enjoying the view from the balloons!

Monday, September 7, 2015

September 7, 2015: Football Chronicles Continue

2009 ~ 2015
Tonight I enjoyed watching my 15 year-old-play some high school football. It was rainy and a Monday night closing out a long holiday weekend. A lot of reasons for preferring the comforts of home. But that thought never crossed my mind.

The Lane boys love their football. And their mom enjoys cheering them on. Tonight was no different from when my years of football began in 2000 with Zach as a pee-wee Steeler.

Following a win at Skyhawk Stadium tonight, I waited for Grant to come off the field. As my mind floated with plans for dinner and retrieving dry clothes, Grant's went down the path of which friend was 'having people over'. No school for Skutt tomorrow.

But always the gentleman and likely trying to schmooze his mom into releasing him to the wilds of his friends, he grabbed me and asked one of his female friends to snap a picture. The picture to the right was the result.

As he put his black glove on my shoulder, I was quickly reminded of his size. He will likely be the biggest of the Lane Boys. The other two didn't tower over me at this age. Time will tell, I am sure.

Looking at the picture post-photo-op, the position of his gloved hand reminded me of an old picture from years back prior to a Husker football game. The picture in my mind's eye was of my black gloved hand resting on Grant's shoulder. Scanning through old FaceBook pictures, I located the picture of note (above left).

Pictures side-by-side, I could take in what just happened in a six year time span.

The visual was glaring to me. Little Grant. All grown up. And still smiling.

At Friday night's varsity game, I found myself watching the little boys running through the stands looking for their parents for candy money or to retrieve a hoodie. I kept having to remind myself that Grant was now on the field and I no longer need to search him out behind the stands, running with the packs of grade school boys.

Finally the day has come that Lane Boy #3 gets his chance on Skyhawk turf. A boys dream. And a mama who will just keep enjoying the ride.