You know you are getting old when your daughter turns 40. For our family it was a time of much celebration, of life achievement and of a job "well done". She's a Jersey Girl through and through -- lay back but ready with a sharp retort if needed. A lover of the ocean and boardwalk who can sit on the beach under the umbrella posting on face book, twittering away all the while watching her youngest play with his friend at the ocean's edge. He's a tall skinny 13, aspires to be a rapper complete with with almost shaved head, over sized baseball cap and pants that hang off his hips revealing six inches of plaid boxer shorts. I shake my head, but my daughter and her husband keep quiet, knowing he'll eventually grow out of it. As long as he stays off drugs, all is okay. At the other extreme is their oldest is a thoughtful baseball player who is morphing into a nicely handsome young man. He's a studious high school senior with serious intentions for college, focused on business school. Go figure.
We surprised her at 11:30 Friday night at their beach house just blocks from the ocean. Despite the off and on again rain and humid air, we enjoyed the ocean, at boardwalk pizza and watched the sophomoric movie "Watch". Happy Birthday to my daughter!
Bridget is a seasoned walker now; however, walking on grass makes her worry. It's just not like wood floors or cement sidewalks of Queens. But she pushed through to get onto the horsey-on-a-spring ride at the park. Gnats swarmed in the afternoon sun in the Harper's Ferry park, so after a big swing and the horsey ride, we headed back to the house for a swim.
