Inveterate planner that I am, I was in heaven when son Taylor and his girlfriend, Beth, offered me carte blanche with the three days they’d be with us on the first leg of their R&R from their jobs in Iraq. Taylor asked only that we eat at Taco Time and Ye Olde Pizza while they are here. Of course I hoped for some lovely spring weather like we’d been having so we could show off our lovely state from behind sunglasses.
Oh, well…looks like someone else was praying for rain. Maybe Plan B will be better. Plan A called for picking up the travelers from the airport and returning to Newberg for the tail end of our monthly family dinner. That way everyone could see T and meet Beth all in one swell foop. Plan B was better!
They arrived 45 minutes ahead of schedule, allowing us to participate in family dinner and show ‘n’ tell! Look at these brave “kids,” having just journeyed half way around the world then plopped in front of the whole Macy-et-al family.
Finally home to a traditional blue-and-white flag greeting and a chance to give us
gifts from Iraq.
By the time we woke up to sunshine on Monday, we’d already changed our plan of driving to the coast.
Wouldn’t we rather enjoy John’s tour of the Nike campus anyway?
There’s a hint off Beth’s back as to the sportsman whose life is chronicled in this building.
Phil didn’t invite us to join him.
Some shopping opportunities.
Oh, my, I’m not quite believing what happens next.
For the first time in my 66 years of life I am having a pedicure. This was not part of the plan!
And now I’m a believer.
He didn’t want to put his pampered feet back into grungy shoes so tip-toed to the car in the furnished sandals to put on new ones from the Nike employee store. What, no polish, T?
Beth’s sister is expecting twin baby girls in July, so of course it seemed important to photograph the twinners on Benihana’s grill.
Benihana’s wasn’t on the plan either, but who can resist a suggestion to your favorite restaurant?
Turns out Beth is addicted to crossfit.
It’s a spectator sport, as far as I’m concerned.
Before dinner, John and Erin did a photo shoot with these guys. Pretty cute, huh?
I asked the guys to bring their guitars “just in case” they might want to play something.
They’d still be here playing if I had anything to say about it.
But there was a sweet baby to hold.
It’s probably better if you don’t know what happened next.
And before I knew it, it was time to take the final posed pictures.
Those two haven’t made any formal declarations, but I’d put money down on where “things” are headed. And I will gladly share.
Couldn’t say so long without the white hanky farewell. Several times throughout the visit Beth said, “We’ll be back.” Sounds to me like my best-laid plans worked out after all.