A couple of days ago, I was working at my desk when I heard a knock at the door. I listened as Justin’s soft footsteps made their way over and heard the latch click open. Voices came here and there as they floated through the wall, and I listened harder at what I assumed was the gentleman introducing himself. There were a few quick exchanges, Justin said things like yep, that’s still there and huh, no kidding!. And then just like that the man was gone.
As quickly as he had come into our lives, he was gone again.
I rounded the corner with eyes wide and said what on earth was that all about? As it turns out, the man’s grandfather used to own this house and he had spent all his summers here growing up as a kid. Back when Smoky Joe Wood of the 1914 Boston Red Sox lived next door. And would talk about what it was really like to play with Babe Ruth.
Huh. No kidding.
The next day we got an email with a couple of pictures of what the house used to look like, and an invitation on the back of one to the “good, old-fashioned, rowdy reunion and grand re-opening of the 1929 Grinold Summer House.” Guests were invited to stay over for the whole weekend for a Sunday swim and a bromo-seltzer. Whatever that is.
That night as we got ready to crawl into bed, pulling the giant overstuffed pillows off the top and tucking back the covers, I asked Justin if he ever thought one day someone might stumble across one of our Fourth of July evites printed out. Or find pictures of people playing badminton, and eating crab cakes and strawberry trifles. Or maybe it would be our holiday card, with garland and lights on the front. And then it hit me: we’re just one very short chapter in the long story that is this house’s life, huh? He smiled through tired eyes and flipped his pillow.
Yea, but y’know… I still like to think ours will be the best one.
And speaking of, I just want to take a second to thank all of you, honestly, from the bottom of our hearts for being here and sharing this chapter of our lives with us. After our post on Tuesday we got so many emails and notes from you guys, and it just blew me away. And I realized how much sweeter the good things are in life when you get to share them with friends. And how much lighter the burdens. So thank you guys for that. For being here. For caring. It counts. I can’t tell you how very much it counts. And I consider myself lucky to call you all friends.