Last weekend was my birthday, and we ended up going out to eat twice in celebration. Friday we went to Domers, meeting up with all the usual suspects. When Barb and Leslie found out that Saturday was my birthday, they invited Ben to have an evening of adventure with them on Saturday, so that Phil and I could have a nice dinner out alone. It was fantastic! We went to the Herdic House, had the table next to the fireplace, ate fabulous food, then met Barb, Leslie and Ben at our house for some birthday cake they brought over.
If you don’t have friends like the entire Miller clan, you don’t know what you are missing. Often, in the summer, Dan and Barb invite us over on a Saturday afternoon, and it’s all we can do not to move in. We hang out at their pool and watch Ben do some cannonballs, while we eat and chat for the next 6-8 hours. As if that weren’t enough, Barb always packs him “a little lunch” to carry him through the next several days. Ben has been known to sigh contentedly on our way home, “Barbie. She loves me.” Indeed she does. That’s why it works. (By the way, I think the list of people authorized to call her Barbie is a very short one.)
Anyone who has young children knows the joy and exhaustion that permeate every waking minute. When Ben is your kid, you remain in this stage the rest of your life. We feel lucky to have friends who include Ben in social events with us, and who sometimes say, “I’ve got this.” Thank you Miller family!
