4th of July would always be on a boat with fireworks bursting over the bay, while holding a cold beer; Thanksgiving was hanging out in the kitchen with spiced cider, the movie Planes, Trains & Automobiles playing on repeat in the background, and everyone leaves the dishes in the sink to find a cozy place on the couch, curl up and pass out with bellies full of turkey; Christmas, of course, is holiday music blasting all day, eggnog, pine-scented candles, and a reading of "Twas the Night Before Christmas" where everyone sits around in a circle, listening intently.
In reality, 75% of my fantasy does not happen. And that's ok. My motto is "It's never too late." So every year, I just keep trying, happily accepting my defeat as an opportunity to do better next year.
Now, Memorial Day, though its true meaning is very important, is a little too heavy for a toddler... but how about roasting s'mores over an open fire, going fishing off the pier, and picking fresh apples-- as in, a real apple tree, and then throwing the rotten ones into the field with Grandpop?
That sounds like a home run in the childhood fantasy department. That was the plan. I packed up those marshmallows and graham crackers in a little picnic basket and we made a special trip to the hardware store to get a crabbing pot and a big net.
Again, 75% of it didn't happen.
But the 25% that did? Well, it was totally worth it...
And the 75% that didn't... we did our own little generic version for good measure.
You can't really catch too many crabs without chicken necks-- but you can wear serial killer-style fisherman gloves while riding a tractor.
And despite Matt's trip to the ER for a waterskiing accident that resulted in a slipped disk in his back, I'm going to call this holiday weekend a total success. Because what would a family vacay be without a little-- or a lot-- of chaos? Chaos is part of the fantasy. A very important part of making the fantasy come to life.