With family in town (a new baby!), and nowhere to really be, I’ve decided to make it a night when we’re all together.
For summer solstice 2020 I originally had grand plans to do a big kind of barn burner, have a band, do a chicken BBQ, dance all night, maybe watch the sun come up. Yes, I looked up the date months ago during those long grey winter days and found that summer solstice, the longest day of the year! would be on a Saturday, the perfect night for party.
Invite the neighborhood, invite the kids, invite whomever. Not this time, instead I did a pivot and decided on a clambake, that little baby and the original six. Of course, there was our new son-in-law, two girlfriends, a college boyfriend, and a lifelong friend of Lizzie and Mary’s; that was it, dinner for thirteen it would be.
I bought the food, cooked all day, and made the kids move the picnic table down to our lower deck. It was really kind of a huge effort, no matter.
We all changed our clothes, grabbed our cocktails, and with good spirits meandered down to a romantic rustic clambake on the deck.
With 4th of July weekend right around the corner, I write this to remind myself that creating a moment or two is what I love most, and maybe to inspire someone else out there that might not ordinarily take the risk to do the same. It’s work, but nothing worthwhile really isn’t work.