As I sit on my bed reading the NY Times this morning (it’s Sunday…even though you’re reading this on Wednesday) …have I mentioned how much I love Sunday morning?….the activity out on Marine Ave starts to come alive! The annual Balboa Island parade doesn’t start until 11, but the excitement outside my window is palpable. Children squealing, chairs lining the street since last night, balloons and speakers being set up. After a few mic checks…and halfway through my reading of the Times….I hear “What a Wonderful World” blaring over the loud speakers and I’m kind of overcome with emotion. Wow, this is so schmaltzy, corny Americana…and I LOVE IT!!
I went to a party up in my old/new ‘hood last night to say farewell to the amazing Habing family as they begin their journey back to their hometown and family in Florida. They will be missed. It was such a fun, warm (as in loving & warm) party that only that neighborhood can convey. As I’ve said before…a little piece of Shangri-La!
So, as I leave this week for my son’s wedding, I am very emotional about how lucky I am, to have an amazing, beautiful wedding celebration to look forward to with family and friends…and so grateful for the this past weekend…old friends and new and the experiences past and yet to come. Bring it on!!
You cannot direct the wind, but you can adjust the sails!